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(oh dear, no!) that if, in consideration of his cows' 

 poverty of blood, I charitably sell him at about 

 butcher's price the near relative of a twelve hundred 

 guinea bull, he may the next day pass the animal on at 

 a stinging figure to the enthusiastic cousin or friend 

 who does go in for the terribly high-bred kind, because 

 really after all the bull is better than he requires. And 

 if he does make this second bargain, will he remember 

 the first seller ? Will he or will he not ? Avaunt ! I 

 have no patience to write further of such. Let them 

 learn to reason, before they insult the feelings of those 

 who like myself have launched their bark in trust upon 

 a costly deep. 



" Poor little Dandy ; how sorry he will be to leave 

 his mamma !" This was the sympathetic remark of our 

 Benjamin, in respect to one of the three terrier puppies 

 which is about to be sent to a distance, as of course 

 one cannot be keeping such small deer for everlasting ; 

 especially as the lamb question makes one sufficiently 

 sore in regard to the children's pets. Benjamin had not 

 reckoned upon the neighbourhood of his brothers and 

 sisters when this tender-hearted reflection gained utter- 

 ance. Of course a maternal caress reached him ; but, 

 alas ! the agnomen of Dandy stuck, and hath given an 

 advantage to his mischievous brother. 



Talking of mischief — unfortunately, one day, a month 

 since, a lady, who had been with the "Missus" inspecting 

 the poultry at the farm, quite casually cast a glance of 

 inspection over the half-door of a loose box in which a 

 young Butterfly of ten months holds his reign. She 

 had a white floating veil on, the flutter of which so ter- 

 rified the young animal, that he jumped and knocked 

 himself about the box quite frightfully. He has since 



