Upon which he cried out to his little companion, My little heroe, this is glorious sport; let us get one victory more, and then we shall have honour for ever.

No, cries the Dwarf who was by this time grown wiser, no, I declare off; I'll fight no more; for I find in every battle that you get all the honour and rewards, but all the blows fall upon me.' I was going to moralize this fable, when our attention was called off to a warm dispute between my wife and Mr Burchell, upon my daughters intended expedition to town.

My wife very strenuously insisted upon the advantages that would result from it.

Mr Burchell, on the contrary, dissuaded her with great ardor, and I stood neuter.

His present dissuasions seemed but the second part of those which were received with so ill a grace in the morning.