  IN a very pretty village, there once lived two boys, named Benjamin and Isaac. Benjamin was always at work, doing something; but Isaac liked best to take his ease, and did not care, like Benjamin, to be tidy and clean; but went ragged and dirty: so, at last, they were called by the neighbours, Busy Ben, and Idle Isaac. One morning, as Busy Ben was passing through the village he saw Isaac idling about, “What! not doing any thing?” said Ben. “I have been lying in the sun,” replied Isaac, “and now I am so hot, I have taken off my jacket, to cool myself.” Busy Ben saw that he had, and he saw also what a torn shirt he had under it. “And I,” said Ben, “have been working in the garden, and watering the beds. Is it not much better to be at work, than lying in the sun?” “You may think so,” said Idle Isaac, yawning, “but I do not; besides, my father can afford to keep me without,—he has plenty of work.” “But he may not always have plenty of work,” answered Ben: “and even if he has, it is better to learn to keep ourselves.” Such was the way these two boys talked to each other; but Isaac did not improve, he still idled his time away; true, he would now and then take a spade in hand, but he never did any work with it, but stood still or, sauntered about, staring first at one thing and then at another. Ben, on the contrary, by being always busy, grew up strong healthy, and clever; and, though still a boy, was soon able to maintain himself. The farmers round about were always glad of his help to tend their sheep, for Ben was never above being industrious, and though he often worked hard, Busy Ben was happier, and more cheerful, than Idle Isaac. And so it will always be: for “From honest labour many a blessing springs, And health, and wealth, and happiness, it brings.” When Ben was fifteen years old, a gentleman, who was a ship-builder, came to the village, and was so much pleased by what he heard of Busy Ben, that he apprenticed him. Ben was attentive to what he was taught, and soon became a clever workman,—for, And thus Busy Ben passed many years; the more he got on, the harder he worked; and the Idle Isaac had grown up, too, but was as lazy a man as he had been idle when a boy. As usual, he was never seen at work,—but was often seen idling away his time,—or in the company of boys, equally idle as himself. Never having learned to be useful to anybody else, he was now of no use to himself, and was often without a meal, and always in shabby clothes;—for no one cared to assist an idle man, who had brought on his own troubles. One day, whilst sitting in a public-house, as he often did, reading the newspaper, he saw in it that Busy Ben had built a ship, which was the talk of all London; and that the Queen, hearing how Busy Ben got on, from a poor boy, to be what he was, had knighted him. And this was all owing to his good conduct and industry. Idle Isaac now began to wish he had minded what Busy Ben had said to him when a boy: Ben, by this time had a wife and two children, a little boy and girl; and they had a pet dog and cat: and, one morning, there was a great yelping and mewing between them, for the man who usually brought their meat was a long while past his time. “O, here he is,” at last cried one of the children; “but, papa, it is not the same man that came before.” And who do you think the new cats’ meat man was?—Idle Isaac!—yes, it was indeed him! Ben rang for his servant, and desired him to ask Isaac into the hall. When Idle Isaac came in, and saw Sir Benjamin, he was very sad, for he well knew that he had passed the time in idleness in which he might, had he been industrious and saving, have gained a good home for himself. “I am properly punished,” said Idle Isaac, “for my want of industry; and you are justly made happy for your application.” “It is never too late to mend,” said Ben; “but it is of little use to work hard, unless you save up a part of what you earn.” “I am sure you speak truth,” answered Isaac, “for you have earned for yourself a fine house, and wealth, whilst I have only a poor hovel, and a barrow.” “It is never too late to mend,” said Ben again, “and if you will promise to save up a part of what you earn, and put it into the savings’ bank, I will put as much Save for old age while you may; Sunshine lasts not all the day. So Isaac promised, as he wheeled away his barrow, that he would try.—And I hope all my little readers, who may be like Idle Isaac, will take pattern by BUSY BEN. NURSE ROCKBABY’S PRETTY STORY BOOKS. 12 Sorts. ——oo——
——oo—— Nurse Rockbaby’s Pretty Stories, COLOURED ENGRAVINGS, 12 Sorts, 2d. each. Transcriber’s Notes: Silently corrected typographical errors. |
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