this: you know I've a dreadful poor memory; and I want you to tell it over to the children."
Poor Miner, in spite of all Henry Aikin's hints, continued in the common error of expecting to effect that by precept which is the work of example, patiently repeated, day after day, and year after year.
The conversation then took a more miscellaneous turn. The women talked over their domestic affairs, and the men ran upon politics, showing themselves sufficiently enlightened, and as disinterested as we wish all politicians were. At half past nine they separated, cheerful, and, we trust, profited; and, as they heard the carriages rumbling along the streets that were then conveying the earliest of our fashionables to their crowded parties, we think our humble friends had no reason to contrast their social pleasures unfavourably with those of the rich, but that they might feel that their meeting together, as Uncle Phil said, "in this neighbourly way, was a privilege."
CHAPTER XIII.
"SOCIETY" AT THE RICH MAN'S HOME.
"The labour of the foolish wearieth every one of them."
We change the scene to a fine new house, in a fashionable quarter of the city: Mrs.Finley alights from her own carriage, and meets her daughter at the door, her face full of something she had to
