charcoal from a half to three quarters of a pound of leaves being operated upon at one time. These leaves are stirred quickly about with a kind of brush, and are then as quickly swept off the pan into baskets.

The next process is that of rolling, which is ef fected by carefully rubbing them between the hands; after which they are again put in larger quantities on the pan, and exposed anew to heat; but at this time to a lower degree than at first, and just sufficient to dry them effectually without risk of scorching.

The tea is then placed on a table, and carefully picked over, every defective and imperfectly dried. leaf being removed, in order that the sample may present a better appearance when offered for sale.

Coffee is the berry of an evergreen shrub which grows in Arabia and the East and West Indies. It is about ten feet high, and its berry, when ripe, is red, and not very unlike a cherry.

At the proper time, the fruit is gathered, dried in the sun, and the berries extracted from the outer pulp by the aid of mills: these are again dried, and afterwards roasted, ground, and boiled in water.

Sugar is the produce of a plant called the sugar cane, which somewhat resembles our Indian corn. It grows in the West Indies, and in many other warm countries. It is about ten feet high, and about two inches in diameter.1

1 The diameter of any thing is its thickness through.

The canes are planted from slips, and at the end of ten months become large plants, are quite ripe, and full of a rich, sweet, juicy matter. They are then cut down, and next crushed in a mill: they are afterwards boiled, and the sweet liquor is clarified, or made clear.

On cooling, the sugar is deposited at the bottom, and the liquor which remains is molasses. This sugar is brown in color, and like gravel, or sand, in consistency. Loaf sugar is the same sugar still further purified.

Cocoa is the produce of the cocoa tree of the West Indies and South America. Chocolate is made from the nuts of the cocoa, by grinding them into a powder, and mixing with them spices, sugar, and water- thus making them into a paste, which is pressed into moulds, and then taken out and dried.

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offered effect'u-al-ly de-fec'tive A-ra'bi-a

LXVII.-GENEROSITY AND SELFISHNESS.

WILLIAM MORRIS and Henry Martin were cousins. They lived in the country, and both went to the same school.

William was a good little boy, ten years old, with rosy cheeks and brown, curly hair. He tried to please his mother, his father, his brothers and sisters, his playmates, his teacher, and every person that he met.

Henry was eleven years old, with dark, straight hair, and large, black eyes. He tried to please himself. If his mother wished him to do any thing for her, he would do it, if it was agreeable to him; but, if it was any thing which he did not like to do, he would not do it, if he could help it.

William always did his duty at school. He prepared his lessons regularly every day, and was a great favorite both with the teacher and scholars; while Henry was generally remiss in his lessons, and frequently quarrelled with his schoolmates.

William had always a bright look, and a kind word for every body; and you would know, as soon as you saw him, that he was one of the happiest boys in the world. But Henry had generally rather a sulky look, and never seemed quite happy.

One bright morning in June, as they were on their way to school, they met two boys with fishing rods in their hands. These boys were of the same age as William and Henry; but their parents

were poor, ignorant people, who, instead of sending them to school, let them run about the streets, and play in the fields and woods, whenever they desired.

Henry thought that nothing could be more pleasant than such a life; and as soon as he saw them, he said to William, “I shall not go to school this morning. I am going a-fishing with Thomas Smith." Thomas was the larger of the two boys, and well known in the whole village as a reckless, bad boy.

"But, Henry," said William, "what will your father say? You know you ought not to play truant; and, besides, your father does not like to have you go with Thomas Smith."

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“I do not care,” replied Henry. "I want to go, and I am going. You will not tell the teacher, I know. I shall cut a rod in the woods down by the brook, and I can borrow a hook and line of one of the boys."

William knew how wilful his cousin was, and that it would be useless to try to persuade him to go to school. So he walked on, while Henry joined the boys, who seemed much pleased to have an addition to their number.

"A fine day this, to be shut up in a school house," said Thomas. "For my part, I do not see what boys go to school for. I would rather a great deal be out among the woods, fishing, or shooting squirrels."

"I hate school too," said Henry; "and I would never go again, if I could help it." And he thought to himself how pleasant it was to be out in the

woods, with nothing to do but to amuse himself, while his cousin was hard at work in school.

Thomas Smith cut a rod for Henry, and gave him an old fishing line, which he had in his pocket, while the other boy furnished him with a hook and some bait.

They commenced fishing, without much success; and, after trying an hour or two, Thomas exclaimed, "This will never do, boys. We must go over to Black River." This was a stream, two or three miles distant, where Henry had never been.

They walked across the fields and through the woods, carrying with them the few fish which they had caught. Henry, however, could not help thinking that he was not having quite so good a time as he anticipated. He knew, too, that he was doing what his father and mother would not approve of; and the vulgar words of his companions frequently grated rather unpleasantly on his ear.

Before they reached the river it was noon, and Henry thought that his schoolfellows were now out of school, enjoying themselves the more highly from the feeling that they had done their duty. He pictured to himself William on his way home from school; and then he thought of his own home, and the anxiety his father and mother would feel at his absence, and he felt very unhappy.

In about an hour they reached the river, and began to fish. The sport was excellent. They caught a great many fish, which were of a much larger size than those which they had taken in the brook near the village.