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she knows is a sugar-plum, one of a parcel sent by 

 Mrs. Owen, the kind-hearted wife of my friend, 

 Mostyn Owen, of the Dee Salmon Board, and re- 

 ceived through the post in due form, directed, 

 ' Miss Tiny and Miss Jenny Buckland.' " 



Besides these monkeys, a writer tells of another 

 pet which he found when calling on Mr. Buckland. 

 "'It's a jolly little brute, and won't hurt,' ex- 

 claimed Mr. Buckland, as we were about to retreat 

 from the threshold. The monkeys had seized the 

 jaguar's tail, and, lifting it up with its hind legs 

 bodily to the altitude of their cage, were rapidly 

 denuding it of fur. No animal with any feelings 

 of self-respect would submit silently to such hu- 

 miliation, and the jaguar was making the place 

 hideous with his yells. 



" Hearing the cries of her pet, Mrs. Buckland 

 came to the rescue ; and it was amusing to see this 

 child of the forest, with gleaming eyes and frantic 

 yelps, cast itself at her feet, and nestle meekly in 

 the folds of her dress ; she had nursed it through a 

 very trying babyhood, when Mr. Bartlett had sent 

 it from the Zoo, apparently dying and paralyzed in 

 the fore -legs, with a promise of fifteen pounds re- 

 ward for a cure. That sum has long since been 

 swallowed up in damages for clothes destroyed 

 and boots devoured, as the invalid's health and 

 appetite returned." 



Mr. Bucklaud used to say : " Mrs. Buckland can 

 tame any animal in the world ecce signum, my- 

 self." 



