endeared friends and scenes of childhood, ^ c=> cd 
the affection of Amalie, the anguish of his W ftt* ^IfUTtTSY 
parents at the approaching separation, all U s! jJiUjJIi. 
vividly passed in review, and whispered him_ C _ 6 _ 
to stay and be happy in the dty of ] h. ~ 
But a vision of Rome arose also and beck- THE BAB Y SH0W - 
oned him thither to earn renown, wealth by katk woodland. 
and immortality. The pride of conscious 
genius swelled his soul ond I,,, iv.it 4 i , n 4 I udi sure my ten little chickens are best,” 
genius swelled his soul, and lie felt that Mr.. Biddy said. from her downy nest. 
the die was east forever. " j have White, and yellow, and speckled, ami b 
lie reseated himself bv the side of Amalie ,'V ld tt to,J * knot l ' f ' r ‘' h< ' 11 on ouch tor aero 
7 . How cunning they look, with tbetr little white 
duu once more look her hand. She looked And tiuv bin. picking for sunusthinjt to eat ' 
up, and in one glance read his inmost * think, m nitre** Bkxty, j'ou'ii *»y with me, 
thoiurht They're the prettiest b;it»e* you ever did see. ! ” 
"Go,” said she, ‘‘and fulfill your destiny. ' J "!*'? 0 ! : " lba , bi ?/'’ thl '*"»* <,uckcried - 
P-J. ... , , , -XT • , J A« she led the way to the water side, 
VrOUh Will he done! lou Will become a "How proudly each lift* his shining head, 
great man —you will be the companion of T, ' en dire to the depth* of the sparkling bed ; 
THE BABY SHOW. 
BY KATK WOODLAND. 
“ I am sure my ten little chickens are best,” 
Mr*. Biddy said, from her downy nest, 
" J have white, and yellow, nnd speckled, and brown, 
And a top-knot perched on ouch hi nd, for a crown. 
How cunning they look, with their little white feet, 
And tiny bills picking for something to eat ' 
I think, .Mistress BUTTY, you'll say with me. 
They're the prettiest babies you ever did see! ” 
*'Just look nt mu babies.” the gray duck cried, 
As she led the way to the water side. 
“How proudly each lifts his shining head, 
princes and kings, and your name will ex¬ 
tend the fame of your country to the utmost 
parts of the earth. I gee it all; and let 
my selfish love perish f Only promise this; 
when you arc hereafter in the full blaze of 
your triumph, sometime turn aside from the 
high-born, lovely dames who are thronging 
around, and drop one tear to the memory of 
the lowly Danish girl wlto loved you better 
than herself. Bertel, farewell!” 
The next day ThOrwaldsen quitted Copen¬ 
hagen for Rome, where he resided nearly the 
whole remainder of his long life, and more 
than realized his own wild aspirations for 
fame. But the prophecy of poor Amalie 
was literally fulfilled—he never more beheld 
his parents, or his first true love. 
Nearly half a century had elapsed, and 
the scene was Copenhagen. The streets 
were densely crowded with eager, sorrow¬ 
ing spectators, and every window of every 
house was filled with sadly expectant laces. 
At length a cry, 11 They come!” was echoed 
from group to group, and the crowds swayed 
to and fro under the sympathetic swell of 
common emotion. 
A withered old woman was sealed at. the 
upper window of a bouse, and when the cry 
was taken she raised her wrinkled counten¬ 
ance and passed iter hands over her eyes, as 
if to clear aw,ay the mists of more than sev¬ 
enty winters. An immense procession drew 
nigh. Appropriate military music preceded 
the corpse being conveyed to its last earthly 
abiding place. The king of the land, the 
royal family, the nobility, the clergy, the 
learned, the brave, the gifted, walked after 
it. The banners of mourning were waved, 
the trumpets wailed, and thousands of sobs 
broke alike from stern and gentle breasts, 
aivl tears from the eyes of warriors, as well 
as lovely women, showered like rain. It 
was the funeral of Bertel Thorwaldsen, with 
the Danish nation for mourners. And shc*- 
the old woman who gazed at it as it slowly 
wound by—she was Amalie, his first love ! 
Thorwaldsen had never married, neither 
had she. 
“ Ah, nimlen !” murmured the old woman, 
wiping away tears from a source which for 
many years had been dry, “ bow marvelous 
is the will of God ! To think that I should I 
live to behold this sight! Poor, poor Bertel! 
All that T predicted came to pass; but, ah 
me! who knows whether vou might not * 
J A Ug for the babies thut cannot go 
Where thebeautliul fish are swimming below; 
I am sure if you searched the wide world o’er 
Such babies as mine there wore never before.” 
” Speaking of babies," old Ta nrriiA said. 
. Corno look at my little ones under the shed ; 
Five little kittens so cunning und bright. 
With the tips of their tails nnd noses white. 
And shell beautiful fur and clean little paws. 
And so sprightly and graceful! i think X have cause 
For flaying my kittles are beautiful things, 
And handsomer far than babies with wings.” 
“ There !h uo accounting for people's taste,” 
Fsld good Mrs. Nan, as her two lambs chased 
Up und down on the grassy lawn. 
Or nipped the clover heads, one by one: 
" ir / wore the Judge of this Juvenile show, 
Those two little lammles. with fleeces like snow. 
With their innocent faces and sweet, loving eyes. 
And frolicsome gambols, would take the first prize.” 
Old BuiNOLK stood near, nnd a quiet snjilo 
Spread over Jilt wrinkled face the while. 
She east e took of deep motherly pride 
on the sleek, red bossy who fed by her side 
" I have no fears for my hubjV’saM she; 
Good breeding w ill tell, wherever it be 
A nd my hrown-uyed pot with her quiet ways, , 
Any sensible Judge Will be sure to praise,” 
Lady LtCUtPoot tossed her head with pride: 
“It you're looking for noble birth," she cried, 
“ Wlmt offspring here with tnyown can vie. 
With his arching uoulc und tils flashing eye, 
With a curling mime ns black us soot. 
With spreading nostrils und dainty foot, 
With grace and beauty in every limb, 
Pray tell me whnt can compare with him?” 
Dame Betty had gone on that warm spring day. 
To look l'or eggs in her usual way, 
And seeing the strife bad stopped to hear 
Wlmt the mothers said of their little ones dear. 
When all was concluded, and family pride 
Had been well defended on every aide. 
The mot liars decided that she should say 
Whoso baby should boar the prize away. 
“ It is hard to tell, my good friends,” said she, 
“ Your babies are all alike pretty to me.” 
" Mamma, dear mamma," a lisping voice cried. 
And her own little darling was Close by her side. 
A pair of blue eyes looked Into her own, 
And his golden culls in the sunlight shone, 
As she caught lnro up with joy to her breast, 
And said," I believe my baby is best! ” 
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JIMMIE’S BIBD HOUSE. 
BY A NEW CONTRIBUTOR. 
One very pleasant clay in the spring, just 
as the grass was beginning to he green, and 
the leaves to come out on the trees, Benny 
and Robbie Carter went to make a visit to 
their cousin Jimmie Warren. 
Jimmie lived in tiie country, and oh, how 
many pleasant things there were where lie 
lived! There were so many trees which the 
boys could climb up,—then there was such a 
beautiful pond, where the ducks and the 
black marks. Dick, our man, says he will 
paint it all for me.” 
“ And when it is finished shall you put it 
up in a tree ?” asked Robbie. 
‘‘No ; I mean to put it on a high post— 
n<at so very high, you know; higher than 
papa is, but not so high as the barn.” 
“Ob, how pretty it will be,” said Benny, 
“ when the birds come and live in it.” 
Just then Dick came in the barn, and told 
Jimmie that the little house would look a 
great deal prettier if the roof slanted more. 
So Jimmie took his plane and cut it down, 
and then fitted it all nicely together again. 
Robbie fairly jumped up and down, he 
was so delighted, when he saw the house put 
together, and the chimneys on. 
“ And what are these little pieces of paper 
for, Jimmie? One says on it ‘Bluebird’ 
and this one says ‘ Martin,’ and this little one 
of all says * Wren.’ ” 
“Oh, yes,” Jimmie said, “these are the 
patterns for the doors. Papa cut them for 
me, because it is necessary for them to be 
just the right size. When you make a house 
fbr a bluebird, you must not make the door 
more than an inch oneway,and an inch and 
a half the other. Then I make it round over 
the top j ust like some real doors. Papa says 
the blueoird wants the hole just big enough 
to get into; if it is any larger, the mother 
Robbie said he only wished there was real 
smoke coming out of t he chimney. Jimmie 
said he thought they had better hide some¬ 
where, because if any bird came and saw 
them it might be afraid to go in. So they 
went behind the barn door, and peeped 
through the crack. 
Well, they watched almost an hour, and 
then a beautiful bluebird came flying along. 
It went right past the house and lighted on 
a tree; and then in a minute it flew out of 
the tree and went nnd perched right on one 
of the little chimneys. 
“ Hush! hush!” said Jimmie, “ don’t let’s 
make any noise, and perhaps lie will go in 
and live there. How pretty he is!” 
Robbie said he thought hopping down 
the chimney was a queer way of getting 
into a house, and he hoped, for his part, some 
bird would come who would have better 
manners, and go nicely up the little steps 
and into the front door. 
The hoys all kept very still, for fear Ihcy 
should frighten the pretty bird away, but 
he did not seem to he very much frightened. 
He came hopping down from the chimney 
on to the roof,—and then he jumped down, 
and ran all along the piazza, stopping every 
time he went by the front door to peep in. 
Then, all at once, lie turned round, and 
away he flew, and the boys wondered what 
am sure she would like it if the house was 
in a tree; and then she could sit up among 
the pleasant green branches, and have the 
little ones close by, and then she could sing 
and sing until she had put them fast asleep, 
then off she would go to find some worms.” 
That night Robbie dreamed all night 
about bird houses, anti in the morning he 
and the other boys got up early to watch 
for the bluebird that came the night before 
to their little bouse. After a while they 
made some more houses—one for martins 
and two for the little wrens, besides another 
for the bluebirds. And very soon after the 
houses were put up, the birds came to see if 
they would like to live in them; and it must 
lie they were pleased, for the next day they 
would go to housekeeping. Each little bird 
the boys could see carrying in bits of hay 
and straw to make their nests of. It was 
very pleasant to watch them. 
And then after a while the little birds 
came, and the mother birds were so busy all 
the time getting worms for them to eat. 
And if you could have been there to see 
them, I am sure you would have been de¬ 
lighted, the same as Jimmie and Benny 
and Robbie were. 
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MEN WANTED. 
bluebird knows very well there is danger of he thought of the house, and if he would 
oome other big birds coming, when she is come again. 
gone to look for worms, and that they will 
get in, and eat up her little birdlings. And 
if you make a house for a wren, you have to 
make the hole smaller yet, so there can’t any 
big bird gel in and eat up the little wrens. 
But if > 011 want, some martins to come, you 
have to make t he hole larger a little than the 
one for the bluebirds, just the size of this 
largest piece of paper.” 
“I like the bluebirds best,” said Benny, 
“theirwings are so pretty.” 
“ Bo do I,” said Jimmie ; “ I like them bet¬ 
ter than any other birds, so I made this hole 
just big enough for them to get into.” 
The boys worked away on the house, and 
pretty soon it, was all finished; and then 
they set it on a square board, which was two 
or three inches each way larger than the 
house. Tins was for the birds to perch 
on before they went in; and Robbie said he 
thought they ought to call it a piazza. 
Jimmie said ho thought a house with piaz¬ 
zas and little pillars going up to the roof, 
like those on Mr. Wilson’s house, would he 
beautiful, and some time he meant to make 
one that way. 
“ Oh, yes,” Benny said, “ the piazzas just 
like the great lintel at the sea-side—how 
beautiful that would be ! One all round the 
house by the parlor windows, and the other 
all round up stairs.” 
Robbie said he thought if they made it so 
all sorts of birds would come and walk 
around on the piazzas; all sorts,—red birds 
Jimmie said he guessed lie had a wife bird, 
off in the woods, and that he was going to 
bring her before lie staid in the bouse. 
“ Oh, yes,” said Robbie, “ and perhaps he 
will bring some little baby birds.” 
Jimmie said ho thought they had better 
stay in the barn, for if the bird came again 
and saw them lie might be afraid to go into 
the house. So pretty soon the boys looked 
through the crack again, and Jimmie whis¬ 
pered, “ Look! look! right in that little 
bush!” And there, sitting on one of the 
branches, was the bluebird, and his wife- 
bird come, too. 
Robbie looked all around, but he did not 
see any little baby birds. Jimmie said little 
baby birds would come out of their eggs 
after they had begun to live in the house. 
In a minute one of the birds flew into the 
house and then the other went in. Then 
they came out and hopped all about the 
piazza; then they went into the house again ; 
hut iu a minute they both came out, and off 
they flew to the woods. 
“Oh,” said Benny, “how I do hope they 
will come and live there.” 
But the buys could not watch any longer, 
because aunt .Mary called them in to tea. 
Then they all ran in and sat down to the 
table, and they told aunt, Mary anti cousin 
Lucy about the beautiful bluebird that came 
and bopped into their little house, and bow 
he flew away and came again, and brought 
his wife with him. They only wondered 
und hiiio birds, and those other pretty birds, that they did not stay all night instead of 
all black and yellow, all of them walking going off to sleep in the trees. 
there together. 
Benny was sure if they made the piazzas 
the birds would come. “ And then, per- 
have enjoyed a happier life after all had you S uu8e used to swim, and where the hoys used haps ” said he, “ if we made glass windows 
_:.i .11 1 . »/. ootl 1! 4 41.. 1..... 4 a _,1 T1 . i 11. . n > 
staid with your old father and mother, and 
married me ? Ah, Ilimlen, there's only One 
can toll! Poor, poor Bertel!” 
Four years more sped, and one fine Sab¬ 
bath morning an aged, decrepit female pain¬ 
fully dragged her weary limbs through the 
crowded rooms of that wondrous building 
known as Thonvaldsen’s Museum. She 
paused not. to glance at the matchless works 
of sculpture, but crept to an open doorway 
to sail little boats sometimes. But the place 
the hoys loved best of all,—for this was not 
the first time Benny and Robbie had been 
to make Jjmmie a visit,—was the great barn; 
and I couldn’t toll you all the nice times they 
had had out in this ham. Rainy days they 
used to play there all day long. 
And now this time, the first, thing after 
Benny and Robbie had come, and after 
they had ldssed their aunt Mary, .Jimmie’s 
leading into the inner quadrangle, in the mother, and liis sister Lucy, they asked 
center of which a low tomb of gray marble where Jimmie was; and when their aunt 
incloses the mortal remains of him whose Mary told them he was out in the barn, they 
hand created the works which fill the edifice. mn r *ffht out there. 
Step by step she drew close to the tomb, and Jimmie was so glad to see them he hardly 
so die rain couldn’t get in, the birds would 
like that., because they could stay in the 
house rainy days, and look out the windows.” 
“ Yes, and I'll tell you,” said Jimmie, “ let’s 
make ever so many houses, all different, and 
set them up, just like the houses in a village, 
and have all the different birds live in them. 
A nd then have one a store so they can go 
and get seeds and things, and then have a 
church, so they can all go fiying into it on 
Sunday.” 
“ Oh, 3 r e.s,” Robbie said; he was sure 
birds liked to go to church, because in the 
summer time there always came birds flying 
into their church. And one sauev little 
Benny said he was sure the house must 
be warmer and nicer than the trees. 
“Oh, yes," Robbie said; “and it is so 
pretty; you can’t think, Aunt Mary, how 
cunning it looks when you peep in the door. 
1 do wish I was u little bird to live in such 
a house.” 
“ Why, Robbie, ” cousin Lucy said, 
“ should you really like to live in a house 
without any chairs or tables, and no bed to 
sleep on, and have no nice gingerbread or 
apples to eat.—nothing but seeds and worms?” 
But Robbie said be should go where there 
were good people, who wouldn’t mind if lie 
ate some apples, and then he would get 
some blackberries off the hushes; and per¬ 
haps the boys where he lived M ould make 
him sc me little tiny chairs, and a table, and 
a little bed to sleep on. Jimmie said he 
sank on the pavement by its side. Then she know wlmt to say. He was very busy at bird used to come, and right away after the thought it would be such fun to make little 
laid down her crutch, and pressed her bony work, nailing together two pieces of board, people had done singing, he would begin to chairs and tables, only he didn’t believe the 
hands tight, over her skinny brow. “Ja,Ja,” and on the floor were ever so many other sing, as much as to say “I know how to birds would know how to sit on them 
murmured she, “they told me to lie here, Pieces of board, and a large box with all sing just as well as you.” ‘'Let’s make another house to-morrow,” 
and I prayed to Mod to grant me strength to sorts of tools in it,— a plane to make the “Well, we’ll make a church,” said Jim- said Benny, “ and put it up iu a tree ” 
crawl to the spot — and I-Ie has heard me. boards smooth, and a hammer to drive the 
All, Himlen, I can die happy now!” nails in with, and a saw to cut them the 
She then withdrew her hands and peered right shape, and others besides. This box 
at the simple but all-comprehensive inscrip- of tools was a present to Jimmie from liis 
tion of “Bertel Thorwaldsen,” deeply cut on father, the Christmas before, and Jimmie 
one side of the tomb. Then she raised her was very fond of using the different things, 
forefinger, and earnestly traced with it every lie had learned to saw, and to plane very 
letter to die end. Tremblingly she let fail nicely. 
her hand, and complacently smiled, while an 
evanescent gleam of subiic emotion lighted 
up her lineaments. “’Th true; he moldcrs 
here. Poor Bertel, we shall meet again — in 
heaven!” 
“ What is it you are making now?” asked 
Benny, when Jimmie had showed them all 
the things in liis box. 
“1 can sec,” said Roivbte, “it is a little 
sing, as much as to say “ I know how to 
sing just as well as you.” 
“Well, we’ll make a church,” said Jim¬ 
mie; “oh, and a school, too, for the little 
birds!” 
“ Yes,” said Benny, “ and we ought to have 
a place for all the sick birds to stay in. 
W hat do (hey call it?” 
“ Oh, yes, a hospital,” Jimmie said; “ we 
ought to have a hospital.” 
“And then,” said Robbie, “ what is that 
other place where mother goes sometimes, 
where little children stay who haven’t any 
father or mother?” 
“ Oh, yes, the orphan asylum,” said Ben- 
liouse; hut I shouldn’t thinlc anybody was ny; “ there ought to be an orphan asylum, 
Her eyes closed, and iic-r head slowly sank little enough to live in it.” for some t ime the mother bird might get 
upon her breast, in which attitude she re- 1 know,’ said Bennie, “ it is a house for shot, or might Lose her way when she went 
mained till one of the officers of the muse- ^irds to live in ; and then you’ll make a door flying off too lar, and then who would take 
um, who had noticed her singular behavior, for them to go in at, sh’au’t you, and ( some care of the little birds?” 
came up. little windows ? ’ “Well, we’ll get Dick to paint this one 
Gammed knone ’ — old wife—said he, Jimmie said he should make a hole for that we have made, and put it up on a post, 
“ what arc you doing ?” them to get in, but birds liked it better to and then some other time we can make the 
She answered not, and he slightly touched be dark inside, though he meant to paint others.” 
Inn shoulder, thinking she was asleep. Her some windows on the sides, and they would So Dick came and painted the house lbr 
body gently slid to the ground at the touch, look just like real windows. the boys. The sides lie painted white, and 
and lie then saw that she slept the sleep of And then Ihesc little square tilings are the roof and the chimneys red ; and then lie 
death. the chimneys,’ said Jimmie, “and I am go- painted marks with black paint to look like 
Klt __ ~~~ ~ *** ' ia S to have the house painted white, and little windows. Then he fastened it very 
. u n *f*' eas,1 - v be purchased; but bap- the roof and the chimneys painted red; and tight on a high post, 
piness is a home-made article. the windows, you know, will have to be | It did look" so pretty, when it was put up. 
shot, or might lose her way when she went 
flying off too far, and then who would take 
care of the little birds?” 
“Well, we’ll get Dick to paint this one 
that we have made, and put it up on a post, 
and then some other time we can make the 
birds would know how to sit on them. 
“Let’s make another house to-morrow,” 
said Benny, “ and put it up iu a tree.” 
Cousin Lucy said she thought a bird 
house up among the shady branches of a 
tree always looned so pretty, and she was al¬ 
most sure the birds liked it. Large houses 
Merc so much pleasanter with green trees 
shading them. “Why,” she said, “ if there 
were no trees around our house, what should 
we do when we wanted to sit out doors ? 
We should all have to run as fast as we 
could rill we came to a tree. If you put 
your little bird house up in a tree, under 
pleasant, wavy branches, I guess the birds 
will like to sit at the door, and talk and sing 
' together. Then when the little ones come 
the mother can sit in the tree outside, to 
sing to them. You know she has to sing 
them to sleep before she goes off to find 
worms; and I have noticed she never sings 
in the house, not even in the front door, but 
goes to a tree that is near by.” 
“ Why don’t she sing in the house, Cousin 
Lucy ?” asked Robbie. 
“I don’t know, Robbie; but I have al¬ 
ways thought that she is afraid some one 
will guess that she lias little baby birds in 
there, and come and steal them. Perhaps, 
too, she thinks she sings so beautifully she 
wants all the neighbors to hear her. But I 
ftl Boys,— 't oung Men,— read the following 
“ call” from tie Southern Home Journal, and 
d, see il you cannot ere Jong aid iu supplying the 
Lo want—a want not confined to any locality, 
hut experienced ail over the land, in city, 
ic village, hamlet and country. We sincerely 
hope that thousands of young readers of the 
w Rural are striving to become such brave, 
n true, honest, industrious, humble yet self- 
0 reliant Men as are wanted everywhere. 
<1 Listen to, analyze, and heed the suggestions 
in this specification of a want which is bo¬ 
le coming universal • 
The great want of this age is men. Men 
2- who are not for sale. Men who are honest, 
sound from center to circumference, true to 
>t the heart's core. Men who will condemn 
t: wrong in friend or foe, in themselves as tv ell 
3 as others. Men whose consciences are as 
’• steady as the needle to the pole. Men who 
0 will stand for the right if the heavens totter 
and the earth reels. Men who can tell the 
e truth and look the world and the devil right 
; in the eye. Men that neither brag nor run. 
‘ that neither flag nor flinch. Men who 
ean have courage without shouting to it. 
’’ Men in whom the courage ol everlasting life 
runs still, deep, and strong. Men too large 
. for sectarian bonds. Men who do not cry 
■ nor cause their voices to be heard on the 
J Streets, but who will not fail nor be discour- 
1 aged till judgment be set in the earth. Men 
who know their message and tell it. Men 
who know their places and fill them. Men 
1 who mind their own business. Men who 
{ will not lie. Men who are not too lazy to 
1 work, nor too proud to he poor. Men who 
are willing to eat what they have earned, 
' and wear what they have paid for. 
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ALE AND BEER MEASURES. 
At school little girls and boys learn les- 
i sons about bow many inches make a foot; 
how many ounces make a pound; and how 
many farthings make a penny. One day, 
when the lesson was the table called “ Ale 
and Beer Measure,” a little hoy, remarkable 
for the correct manner in which he usually 
said all his lessons, was quite unprepared. 
“ How is this, John ?” said liis teacher. 
“ I thought it was no use, sir,” said John. 
“ No use!” interrupted the master. 
“ No, sir; it’s ale and beer measure,” said 
John. 
“ I know it is,” said the master. 
•‘ Well, sir,” said the little boy, “ father and 
I both think it is no use to learn about ale 
and beer, as we mean never to buv, sell or 
drink it.” 
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RURAL FOUR-YEAR OLDS. 
TMothers of Smart Children are invited to contri¬ 
bute to this Department.] 
Musical,— Bennie E. is an uncommon two-year 
old. Hu says many smart things, if a partial 
aunt of his can be considered a l'air judge. In¬ 
stance this: He was told by an impatient sister 
that if he didn’t “stop that noise" she’d make 
his “ ears sing." " Oo tan’t. do it," was his rei}ly„ 
“ eoz dey ain't dot any inuuf.’’ 
Not a Crier.— The partial aunt alluded to 
visited Bennie one day, soon after ho had 
donned his first boots, and hearing his sister cry¬ 
ing, asked him why he didn’t cry, too. “ W’y,” 
said he, “ I wear hoots 
Unman Nature.— Bennie was very much ag¬ 
grieved, one day, because his father wouldn't 
let him go with him after a toad of hay, and 
after the parent’s departure consoled himself 
by saying —"When pa he's a ’it tie Bennie, an' 
1 be a big pa I won't let him do afterhay, elver,” 
Poor Parents.— Little Hattie Hardy, whilst 
visiting at a Certain place with her ma, inquired 
how many children they had. On learning 
there was none, she exclaimed, “ How poor they 
are l” * { 
Turning the Tobies.— Hilda, like most chib t 
Uren. had been indulged with so much candy 
that site suffered at times with the toothache, and 
the luxury was denied her. One day, however, \ 
she was humored with a litUe, and her uncle ( 
asked her for some of it. She replied:—•• Cn'tle, J 
I’d div oo some, but I’m af'aid it ’ould div oo the <j 
toot’ache.” ^ 
