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promise, came slowly from his corner, and with his finger in his mouth, walked up to his father’s knee. My brother took him in his arms, and wiping his face, which was all beslabbered with tears and dirt, called him 'his dear gude we Jockey,’ and kissed him from ear to ear. Wee Jockey, however, Avas not easy cajoled. ‘Where’s my apple? Gie’s the apple! Gie’s the apple I tell ye' was so often and so firmly repeated, that the indulgent father, who had no apple to give, began to repent of his stratagem, when the mother relieved him by thinking of an expedient. ‘Here, Jenny,’ cried she, winking at her daughter, and pretending to put money into her hand; ‘here; rin to the shop, and buy the bairn an apple. Mak’ haste, now.’ Then taking him on her knee, she sang lullaby to him, till, ex- hausted by his exertions, he fell fast asleep, and was safely lodged in bed. ‘Had this child been properly brought up,’ said I to myself, ‘how much easier would it have been to have settled all this mighty affair by a single look of authority, and how much better, too, both for his head and heart!” But I could not let the present occasion pass, without seriously admonish- ing my relatives on the impropriety of such conduct towards their children.