"WE are never too old to learn;" is a truism that cannot be repeatedtoo often, if, in the repetition, we do not lose the force of thesentiment. In fact, at every stage of existence we are learners; and,if we (sic) con the lessons well that are written in the great Book ofHuman Life, wide open before us, we will be wiser and happier. To makethe study easier for some, the Stories in this little volume have beenwritten. They present a few marked phases in life, and the lessonstaught are worthy of thoughtful consideration.
"STORIES FOR PARENTS" will speedily follow this volume, and make theeighth in our "LIBRARY FOR THE HOUSEHOLD."
MR. EDWARD BOLTON had purchased himself a farm, and taken possessionthereof. Once, while examining the premises, before deciding to buy, hehad observed a light wagon moving along on the extreme south edge ofthe tract of land included in the farm, but it had occasioned noremark. It was late in the afternoon when he arrived with his family attheir new home. On the morning that followed, while Mr. Bolton stoodconversing with a farm-hand who had been on the place under the formerowner, he observed the same vehicle passing across the portion of hisland referred to.
"Whose wagon is that, Ben?" he asked, in the tone of a man who feltthat another had trespassed upon his rights.
"It is Mr. Halpin's," was replied.
"Halpin, who owns the next farm?"
"Yes, sir."
"He takes a liberty with my premises that I would not like to take withhis," said Mr. Bolton, who was annoyed by the circumstance. "And therehe is himself, as I live! riding along over my ground as coolly as ifit belonged to him. Verily, some men have the impudence of old Nickhimself!"
"They always go by that road," replied Ben; "at least, it has been soever since I have worked on the farm. I think I once heard Mr. Jenkins,from whom you bought, tell somebody that Mr. Halpin's farm had theright of way across this one.
"The right of way across my farm!" exclaimed Mr. Bolton, withstrongly-marked surprise. "We'll see about that! Come! go with me. I