第6部分(第2/5 页)

　my　dear　friend’s　two　letters；　one　for　Wednesday　and　one　for　Saturday。　This　is　again　Wednesday。　I　do　not　deserve　one　for　today；　because　I　have　not　answered　the　former。　But；　indolent　as　I　am；　and　averse　to　writing；　the　fear　of　having　no　more　of　your　pleasing　epistles；　if　I　do　not　contribute　to　the　correspondence；　obliges　me　to　take　up　my　pen；　and　as　Mr。　B。　has　kindly　sent　me　word　that　he　sets　out　tomorrow　to　see　you；　instead　of　spending　this　Wednesday　evening；　as　I　have　done　its　namesakes；　in　your　delightful　pany；　I　sit　down　to　spend　it　in　thinking　of　you；　in　writing　to　you；　and　in　reading　over　and　over　again　your　letters。

I　am　charmed　with　your　description　of　Paradise；　and　with　your　plan　of　living　there；　and　I　approve　much　of　your　conclusion；　that；　in　the　mean　time；　we　should　draw　all　the　good　we　can　from　this　world。　In　my　opinion；　we　might　all　draw　more　good　from　it　than　we　do；　and　suffer　less　evil；　if　we　would　take　care　not　to　give　too　much　for　whistles。　For　to　me　it　seems　that　most　of　the　unhappy　people　we　meet　with　are　bee　so　by　neglect　of　that　caution。

You　ask　what　I　mean？　You　love　stories；　and　will　excuse　my　telling　one　of　myself。

When　I　was　a　child　of　seven　years　old；　my　friends；　on　a　holiday；　filled　my　pocket　with　coppers。　I　went　directly　to　a　shop　where　they　sold　toys　for　children；　and　being　charmed　with　the　sound　of　a　whistle；　that　I　met　by　the　way　in　the　hands　of　another　boy；　I　voluntarily　offered　and　gave　all　my　money　for　one。　I　then　came　home；　and　went　whistling　all　over　the　house；　much　pleased　with　my　whistle；　but　disturbing　all　the　family。　My　brothers；　and　sisters；　and　cousins；　understanding　the　bargain　I　had　made；　told　me　I　had　given　four　times　as　much　for　it　as　it　was　worth；　put　me　in　mind　what　good　things　I　might　have　bought　with　t