 of Disgust; and, when my Lady desired him to come and kiss her, maybe you'll whip me, he answered sullenly; No, she replied, if you don't strike your Brother
Dicky
any more. I won't beat him, says
Harry,
if he won't beat Mammy. Come then and kiss me, my Dear, said my Lady, whereon
Harry
advanced with a slow Caution, and held up his little Mouth to receive her Salute. He was then kissed by his Father, his Brother, and the little Masters, and all Things promised future Reconcilement and Amity.
A Number of glittering Toys were then presented to
Harry
on all Sides; he received them, indeed, in good Part, but laid them all aside again as Things of whose Use he yet was not wise enough to be apprehensive.
Is it not too early for your Hero to shew a Contempt of Toys?
My Lady, as you will see, imputed it to his Folly, not to his Philosophy.
But Children have a natural Fondness for fine Things.
How so, is there a natural Value in them?
No. But � 
Education, indeed, has made the Fondness next to natural. The Coral and Bells, teach Infants, on the Breast, to be delighted with Sound and Glitter. Has the Child of an Inhabitant of
Monomotapa
a natural Fondness for Garbage?
I think not.
But, when he is instructed to prize them, and sees that it is the Fashion to be adorned with such Things, he prefers them to the Glister of Gold and Pearl. Tell me, was it the Folly, or Philosophy, of the Cock in the Fable, that spurned the Diamond and wished for the Barley Corn?
The Moral says it was his Folly, that did not know how to make a right Estimate of Things.
A wiser Moral would say it was his Philosophy, that did know how to make a right Estimate of Things; for, of what Use could the Diamond be to the Cock? In the Age of Acorns, antecedent to
Ceres
and the royal Ploughman
Triptolemus,
a single Barley Corn had been of more Value, to Mankind, than all the Diamonds that glowed in the Mines of
India.
You see, however, that Age, Reflection, and Philosophy can hardly wean People from their early Fondness for Shew.
I see, on the contrary, that the older they grow, and the wiser they think themselves, the more they become attached to Trifles. What would you think of a sage Minister of State, who should make it the
