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solicited advice from others, we have managed after all to 

 disappoint the predictions of the cornices sinistrce. Our 

 boys came home with clear complexions and fat cheeks. 

 They return pallid and puffy tt> school. The fact is, 

 they thrive upon regular and measured meals. They 

 get out of sorts upon a wasteful glut of plum-pudding, 

 goose, beef, turkey, pears, roast chestnuts, and mince- 

 pies. We have astonished three keen and scornful 

 judges by an inspection of our folds. Sawdust to lie 

 on is not pleasant to the eye, nor straw and gorse chaff 

 in the mangers. But the heifers, cows, and calves are all 

 fat and glossy. If we don't make our wheaten straw 

 help us in the future to recoup the losses of the past, 

 then our present resolution will not hold. A few spade- 

 fuls of must, left beside the cider-mill, thrown into the 

 heap accumulating under the chaff-cutter, and heated 

 by a pipe of the waste steam, sends forth a teeth- 

 watering fragrance. 



Reflection No. 4. Those lambs that have fallen must 

 have been considerably astonished on their introduction 

 to the outside world during the last ten days. Housed, 

 however, at night, when their dams have a good feed 

 of crushed oilcake powder and meal, and let out on a 

 bank of rowen during the day, they look amazingly 

 happy, and I doubt not our admiring youngsters would 

 be glad to change places with them until Easter (when 

 their respective fates are very different), instead of 

 having to return to the mercies of the Educator next 

 black Monday. Very different is the song to-day about 

 the passages from what regaled our ears a few weeks 

 since with the delicious refrain : 



"No more Latin, no more Greek, 

 No more cane to make me squeak." 



