Ten-year-old boy

I am a little boy, ten years old, who has been taught to read and write, and has been sent to a school, where he has learned something of the history of his country, and has been taught the principles of religion. He has been taught, too, to be honest and industrious, and to be kind and charitable. He has been taught, too, to be a little boy, who must not play the laggard, but must work, so that he may be useful, and not a burden, in the world. He has been taught, too, to be a little boy, who must not be allowed to be a little thief, but must be taught to steal nothing, not even a little wood, or a little fruit, from the wood or the fruit of