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THE JOLLY MILLER. A FRAGMENT. (From, Bentley's Miscellany.) IT was a sultry day in the month of July, and there was scarcely wind enough to blow a thistle down. Little urchins, with red faces, were chasing the but- terflies, jacket-in-hand; while some tried in vain to raise their paper-kites, running in every direction of the compass; but both Æolus and Boreas seemed out of breath, and they could not compass their design. Lolling indolently at the foot of his mill-steps, stood a stout miller whistling merrily, when a stranger, who had been for some time slowly toiling up the hill, ac- costed him. Why dost thou whistle, friend ?" said he. For lack of wind," replied the miller abruptly and the stranger smiled at the paradoxical reply. Thou art short-" continued he. Some six feet, at any rute," answered the miller, drawing himself up. Thou'rt a merry soul." Merry ?—pshaw !-flat as a cask of unbunged ale —no !—that's windy—rather like an unblown bladder, for that's flat for the same reason—want of wind." Then thou art only in spirits when thy mill's going like a race-horse." That's a bad comparison," said the miller, for my mill only goes when it's blown,-and that's just when a horse stops." True I should have said an ass, for that, too, goes the better for a blow." "Thou aast hit it," said the miller, laughing; and I shall never see a donkey without thinking "Of me? anticipated the stranger, joining in the laugh, Surely," continued he, thine is a happy vocation. Thy situation, too, is so much above the richest of thy neighl)ours, nay, even the great lord of the manor himself must look little from the height thou beholdest him." Why, yes," replied the miller and, although I be not a proud man, I look down upon all; for not only the peasant, but the squire, is beneath me. 'Tis true, like another tradesman, I depend upon my sails for a livelihood but I draw all my money from the farmer's till: and then, all the hungry look up to me for their meal." How grateful ought all to be for thy favours!" Ay, indeed for, where would be either the highest or the lowest bread without my exertions ? To be sure, if they be ungrateful I can give them the sack!" Every mouth ought to be filled with the miller's praise," said the stranger. Certainly, added the miller, for every mouth would be imperfect without the grinders." Here they both joined in a hearty laugh and the jolly miller., finding the stranger's opinions and senti- ments so flatteringly in unision with his own, gave him an invitation to taste his malt, while they con- versed upon his meal. H. W.


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