But in life they'll prosper never,
If all's true that I've heard spoke._



THE LITTLE DAUBER.


Mr Frampton was a fashionable portrait painter; and, one day when he was
out with his wife, young Richard, his son, who was quite a spoiled boy,
fetched in some of his little acquaintances--two young gentlemen and one
lady.

"Now," said he, trying to look wise, "Miss Fanny, just stand with
flowers in your hand while I paint you like a grand lady; and one of you
quiz the work as it goes on, and the other pretend to be in raptures
with the portrait."

"Will you write her name under it, when it's done?" asked Bobby Butt,
who was always ready with his fun.

"No," answered Richard, laughingly; "I shall make it a speaking
likeness."

"Well, I'm glad of that," returned the lady; "for I shouldn't like to be
taken with my mouth shut."

So they went to work.

Richard looked at the lady very sharp, particularly with his right