ven years old； my friends； on a holiday； filled my pocket with coppers。 I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children； and being charmed with the sound of a whistle； that I met by the way in the hands of another boy； I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one。 I then came home； and went whistling all over the house； much pleased with my whistle； but disturbing all the family。 My brothers； and sisters； and cousins； understanding the bargain I had made； told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth； put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money； and laughed at me so much for my folly； that I cried with vexation； and the reflections gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure。
This； however； was afterward of use to me； the impression continuing on my mind； so that often； when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing； I said to myself； Don’t give too much for the whistle； and I saved my money。
As I grew up； came into the world； and observed the actions of men； I thought I met with many； very many； who gave too much for the whistle。
When I saw one too ambitious of court favor； sacrificing his time in attendance on levees； his repose； his liberty； his virtue； and perhaps his friends； to attain it； I have said to myself； This man gives too much for his whistle。
When I saw another fond of popularity； constantly employing himself in political bustles； neglecting his own af