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me "Jo", 62 Wright street, where 1 will 

 venture to say I am better known than 

 his worship, the mayor. But my name 

 and fame go far beyond this locality. 

 Numbers of ladies all over the city 

 say, "Jo, I like you," while by the 

 action of others, they evidently don't ! 

 Doubtless they are envious — perhaps 

 of my teeth. I really think the ladies 

 are a far more envious set of humans 

 than the men. 



I met Aunt Fan at the railway sta- 

 tion (depot you call it in the states) 

 the day she arrived, and was awfully 

 glad to see her again. Did we kiss? 

 A human might tell. But a dog never! 



On St. Andrew's day I was pos- 

 sessed with a very strong craving for 

 something. Nothing that I ate seemed 

 to satisfy this strange inward queer- 

 ness or longing. It was not the thirst 

 that is peculiar to all Scotch humans, 

 which I believe only attacks them in 

 this form every thirtieth of November. 

 Really, dear mistress, I thought that 

 could I only have laid my head on 

 your lap, so that your experienced eye 

 could have gazed into my brown ones, 

 you could have helped me, but the 

 instinct which my Scotch blood gives 

 me made me feel that what I hankered 

 for, but had never had, would come to 

 me. On the day devoted to the patron 

 saint of Scotland, I should have felt as 

 lively as a mosquito, but instead I was 

 filled with untold miseries. At last 

 late in the evening I was let out for a 

 run which I did not stop until I 

 reached the delicatessen, kept by a 

 good friend of mine — of course a New 

 Yorker, and on the floor of his shop I 

 picked up something. Oh, happy 

 hour! It was Haggis! It was it! On 

 my way home I heard in the distance 

 the bagpipes, the strains of which are 

 always so endearing, and late as it was 

 for me to be out, I could not resist the 

 temptation of sitting on the sidewalk 

 to listen to them, where with my stom- 

 ach filled with Haggis, and the air with 

 bagpipes, I fell into a reverie from 

 which I awoke as it were with a start, 

 caused by the clock in a distant church 

 tower striking the "wee sma" hour of 

 one. I bounded home as fast as I 

 could, feeling an awful faintness and 



trembling as I stood at the door and 

 making a noise which doubtless my 

 Jack relations took for whines, but in 

 the language of the Scotch terrier was, 

 "Saint Andrew defend me from the 

 whip." But, my dear mistress, I must 

 draw the curtain over the winding up 

 of my innocent little spree. I am only 

 a dog, but I have a heart. You know 

 sometimes when our feelings are badly 

 hurt 



"We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, 

 And still adore the hand that gives the blow." 



The other day while trotting along 

 a path in Rockwood Park I saw a short 

 distance ahead of me something that 

 I took to be a big snowball, but before 

 I had quite reached it, it hopped into 

 the woods. I barked and gave chase, 

 expecting to see it climb up a tree like a 

 cat. But no! It would not even run 

 straight, but kept dodging around, and 

 as I was not used to that kind of sport, 

 it made me so tired that I soon gave up 

 in disgust ; but had it been a rat or 

 mouse — Gee whiz ! but there would 

 have been a different tale to tell. 



Christmas is coming, and if I hang 

 up a stocking it won't be the kind I 

 wear. Dear mistress, any time you 

 want to give me presents, you know 

 what I like — Haggis on Saint An- 

 drew's Day, and on any other, rosy 

 bones and cake. 



With oceans of love and wishing you 

 a Happy Christmas, I am 



Forever yours, 



"Jo." ' 



P. S. — I can eat cake every day and 

 any time I can get it. "Jo." 



Pet Mice. 



BY R. W. SHUFELDT, M. D v WASHINGTON, 

 D. C, CORRESPONDING MEMBER ZOOLOG- 

 ICAL SOCIETY OF LONDON. 



Many of those who will read this 

 article have doubtless sometime in 

 their lives kept as pets those well- 

 known little albino mice found in al- 

 most every animal and bird store 

 worthy of the name. Occasionally 

 they are piebald or party-colored, as 

 are also their close relatives — those 



