 Applause during Life or Distinction after Death, have rejected Wealth and Pleasure, embraced Want and Hardship; and suffered more, from a voluntary Mortification and Self-denial, than our Church seems to require in these Days, for the Conquest of a sensual World into which we are fallen, and for entitling us to a Crown in the Kingdom of Eternity.
So saying, Mr.
Fenton
got up from Table, and observing that it was late, wished
Clement
a good Night.
Our Hero was now eight Years of Age; and weekly, and daily, continued to be exercised, in Feats of bodily Prowess and Agility; and in Acts of mental Benevolence, and Service to Mankind.
Mr.
Fenton
had, already, provided his Favourite with a Dancing-Master, the most approved for Skill in his Profession; as also, with a noted Fencing-Master, who further taught him the noble Sciences of the Cudgel and Quarter-Staff. He was now on the Search for the most distinguished Champion of the
Bear-Garden,
in order to accomplish our Hero in the Mysteries of Bruising, of Wrestling, and of Tripping; and having, in a short Time, procured the Person desired; he purchased for his
Harry
a small but beautiful Spanish Jennett that was perfectly dressed, as they call it, or rid to the Manage; and, once in every Week or Fortnight, he accompanied his Darling to the Riding-House in
Islington,
where he saw him instructed in all the Arts and Elegancies of Horsemanship.
Thus,
Harry
had his little Hands as full of Business as they could hold. But he was, naturally, of an active and vivid Disposition; and Time, unemployed, lay upon him as the heaviest and most irksome of all Burdens. He, therefore, proceeded from his Book to his Exercises, and from one Exercise to another, as an Epicure does among a number of Dishes; where the Variety of the Seasoning excites in him a new Appetite to Each.
Within a few Weeks after the late Dissertation upon Blushing, the same Company being present and Dinner removed;
Harry,
says Mr.
Fenton,
tell me which of the Two is the Richest, the Man who wants least, or the Man who has most? Let me think, Dada, says
Harry
--Why, sure, they are the same Thing; aren't they, Dada? By no Means, my Darling, cried Mr.
Fenton.
There lived two famous Men, at the same Time, the one was called
Diogenes,
and the other
Alexander. Diogenes
refused to accept of
