V 
A CHILD’S LOVE. 
BY ANNA HAYES. 
(Siiggested by the engraving on page 96, of the Floral Cabinet , 1873.) 
Down on the floor lie doll, book and ball, 
Eager eyes beaming—smiles come and go. 
Miniature woman, does it recall 
Scenes that have passed in the long ago ? 
Hidden away with the precious sheet, 
Safe and free from prying eyes, 
Greedily reading the words so swoet— 
Ah, how sad when our child love diea. 
Young- Ladies’ Conversa¬ 
tion. —This story is told: Two 
young ladies, whose conversa¬ 
tion was heard in a Boston pic¬ 
ture-dealer’s store, as they stood 
before a piece of marble, (a 
statue of Psyche): First young 
lady (referring to the label on 
pedestal): “ This is a statue of 
Psish.” Second young lady 
(embarrassed between a desire of 
correcting her friend’s pronunci¬ 
ation and a fear of hurting her 
feelings, very mildly): “I think 
people usually call it Sykee.” 
First young lady (with no inten¬ 
tion of being put down, defiant¬ 
ly) : “Well, some folks call it 
Sykee, and some call it Psish. 
I like Psish best.” 
Children.— A lady mentioned 
by an exchange is mother of a 
large family of children, and they 
are all rather diminutive. A few 
days after the birth of the young¬ 
est, not long since, a little niece 
of the lady called to see the 
baby. After looking at the tiny 
specimen for a few minutes, the 
little girl said, “ Aunt Maria, 
don’t you think it would be bet- 
ti'r to have less of ’em and have 
’em bigger?” 
An Ashantee Bull. — The 
most curious relic brought home 
by the troops from Ashantee is 
said to be a Cape Coast bull, a 
perfect kitten of the species. He 
is described as not so tall as an 
umbrella; and, judging from his 
build and activity, might be as 
safely trusted to perambulate the 
fragile groves of a crockery ware¬ 
house as the most docile dog. 
He was allowed to be loose on 
the deck, and is the pet and plaything of the crew, 
who tease him until he runs at and butts them as the 
goat does. Twelve of these animals were shipped as 
fresh food on the voyage, and some idea may be 
formed of this representative of Liliputian “live beef” 
when it is stated that of the eleven that were killed 
not one exceeded 47 pounds in weight as a dressed 
carcase. 
A Chicago pork packer, whose pew rent was raised 
to $25, exclaimed, “Great Caesar! here’s a nice state 
of affairs—the Gospel going up and pork going down. 
What’s to become of us ?” 
The average Burlington (la.) saloon-keeper must 
be bad, indeed. A learned divine in that city recently 
addressed one of them as follows: “ Wretched man ! 
If the bed of that river was bank-high with the suds 
of salvation, and a June rise of piety coming down 
from the mountains, there wouldn’t be enough to wash 
your feet.” 
Curious Idea of a Wife. —A wag said: “ I 
loved my wife at first. For the first two months I 
felt as if I could eat her up; ever since I have been 
sorry I didn’t.” 
A Prayer for Mrs. Van Cott. —The Springfield 
Republican tells the following tale: The evangelist, 
Mrs. Van Cott—even evangelists must have bonnets, 
An Errand of Love. 
you know—wrote from New Orleans to Mrs. Hull, of 
this city, recently, for a Spring bonnet which was to 
catch her at Chicago on the way across the continent, 
(“trim it with lace; no flowers or feathers,” she said;) 
and then told this amusing incident of a prayer offered 
in her behalf by a colored brother in one of her ardent 
meetings: “ Oh Lord ! Send dy angel to pin do 
wings on Sister Bancott’s heels, dat she may fly troo 
de world preachin’ de eberlastin’ gospel!” And one 
added, “ Lord! give wings on her shoulders, too, or 
the preaching will not have effect, for she’ll fly upside 
down!” 
A Darkey was once attempting to steal a goose, 
but a dog raised an objection, and Sambo retired. 
The next night, during a thunder-shower, he at¬ 
tempted it again, and just as ho was on the point of 
getting away with his fowl, the lightning struck near 
by and the noise nearly frightened the j)oor fellow to 
death. Dropping the goose, he started away, mut¬ 
tering, “’Peers to me der am a mighty lot of fuss 
made ’bout a common goose.” 
While a couple of women were discussing, the other 
day, the merits of a certain physician, one of them 
asked the other what kind of a doctor it was. “ Sure, 
I dunno,” was the reply, “but I think it’s an alpaca 
doctor they call him.” 
An auctioneer in Burlington, 
Vt., got a bid of only thirty- 
seven and a half cents for a fam¬ 
ily Bible. “ What is the trouble 
with this town?” said he. A 
wag responded, “ ’Squire, don’t 
you know that this city has just 
gone democratic ?” 
What it Costs to Keep a 
Canary. —Somebody, who had 
kept a canary for twenty years, 
figures trp what the little birdie 
had cost him during that time, 
and finds it amounts to the fol¬ 
lowing respectable sum : Ca¬ 
nary seed, 180 pints, at 15 cts. 
per pint, $27.40; crackers, 86 
doz., at 6 cts. per doz., $5.16; 
cuttle fish, 20, at 3 cts. each, 60 
cts.; baked potatoes, 11 lbs., 12 
cts.; figs, 2 lbs., at 20 cts. per 
lb., 40 cts.; lump sugar, Ij lbs., 
at 12 cts. per lb., 18 cts.; sweet 
apples, i peek, 12 cts; total, 
$33.98. Water for drink and 
ablution, 458 gallons, free. Time 
spent in care, preparing food and 
cleaning cage, I have put down 
at ten minutes each day, which I 
think a low estimate, and 
amounts in twenty years to 
73,000 minutes, or 1,216 hours, 
equal to 121 days and six hours. 
Any adult’s time ought to be 
worth, in New England, one dol¬ 
lar per day, which will give 
$121.50; added to the cost of 
living makes a total of $155.48, 
heaving in the green grass, 
clover tops, plantain stalks, 
buckwheat, suet, fresh meat, 
boiled eggs, &c., an average of 
but $7.75 per year. 
I know a man who wouldn’t shave on Sunday, but 
would black his boots. Then I knew some who would 
shave on Sunday, but wouldn’t black their boots. And I 
know of others who wouldn’t do either on Sunday, but 
would shave their neighbors awfully on Monday. 
When I went to school I boarded with Dr. Langbein, 
and he was a good man; for an icicle can bo good. I 
could hook it down his back stairs, go off hunting, 
return and recite my lesson from a slip in rny hat. 
Now, the bread that was left over at the communion 
service in church was sent over for Dr. Lanabein’s 
o 
table, and while I could deceive him, as I have told 
you, I couldn’t eat a morsel of that bread .—Henry 
Ward Beecher. 
