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A PEEP AT THE MENAGERIE. 



]N"o dinner had been left for her. She began to mew in distress. N'ow, 

 what do you think Major did about it? The poor kitten could not 

 eat the dog's bone, or perhaps he would have given her a piece. As 

 it was, he took her in his mouth, and carried her to the farm-house 

 where he got the milk. The people at the farm praised Major very 

 much, and poure'd a saucer full of milk for the hungry kitten. 

 When kitty had drunk enough, the faithful dog picked her up again, 

 leaped the fence, and trotted home with her. i^ow, was not this a 

 very kind, as well as wise, act for a dog? 



A PEEP AT THE MENAGERIE. 



Of course you have seen a menagerie, where they have so many 

 wild animals in cages. 



Did you ever think that the great shaggy lion, with his eyes 

 shut, might be dreaming of the good old times when he and his 

 mate and cunning little cubs were so happy, hidden snugly away in 

 the tall grass? Or he may, perhaps, have been thinking how nice 

 it was to eat those pretty giraffes which he used to hunt and sud- 

 denly spring upon from behind some bush or tree. 



ISJ'ow the old fellow does not have to find his own dinner, for it is 

 brought to him every day. Twice a day he has all he wants to eat. 

 When he is done eating he licks his chops, yawns once or twice, 

 and then lies down to sleep, perhaps to forget that he is shut uji in 

 a cage far away from his native land. 



