is fat, and warm, and clean. You would not know him for the same dog. Frisky knows how to behave himself like a gentle man, and so he gets treated like a gentle man. Well done Frisky! And three cheers for Charley!

PUSSY CAT.

PUSSY CAT lives in the servants' hall,
She can set up her back aud purr;
The little mice live in a crack in the wall,
But they hardly dare venture to stir.

For when ever they think of taking the air,
Or filling their little maws,

The Pussy cat says, "Come out if

you dare; I will catch you all with my claws."

Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble, went all the little mice, For they smelt the Cheshire cheese;

The Pussy Cat said, "It smells very nice,

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Now do come out if

you please."

Squeak," said the little mouse; "squeak, squeak, squeak,"

Said all the young ones too;

"We never creep out when cats are about,

Because we are afraid of you."

So the cunning old cat lay down on a mat
By the fire in the servants' hall;

"If the little mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep;"
So, she rolled herself up like a ball.

Squeak," said the little mouse, "we'll creep out,
And eat some Cheshire cheese;

That silly old cat is asleep on the mat,

And we may sup at our ease."

Nibble, nibble, nibble, went the little mice,
And they licked their little paws;

Then the cunning old Cat sprang up from her mat,
And caught them all with her claws.

"Beg, Lion, beg!" said little Bessy. Now Lion was not a real lion. Of course that was only the dog's name. Still he was not at all unlike a little lion; for he had a shaggy mane, and was of a sandy color, and he could growl and look very fierce when he liked. Ah! you had better not go and tease Master Lion, unless you are a friend of his.

Well then, Bessy was saying, "Beg, Lion, beg! So up got the tiny terrier on his hind-legs, and his fore paws dropt on his pretty breast. Lion was licking his lips too, for he saw what a nice bit of meat he was going to get. But dear me !

There's many a slip

'Twixt the cup and the lip.

And the more is the pity, say I. Brave Lion was as sure of that tit bit, as if he had it quite safe in his mouth. But he did not get it, for all that, as you shall hear.

Cooky heard it all with her watch ful ears. And had she not for bid den Miss Bessy to take meat from the larder? "A fine thing indeed, that a little brat like you should come and do what you like!" So Mistress Cooky seiz'd the bit of meat, and scowl'd at poor Lion, who slunk off with his tail between his legs.

Of course Bessy was sorry too, for she well knew she had done wrong. Yet there was no harm in her going up and giving Lion a comforting pat. As to brave Lion, he was as thankful for the patting, as he had in tended to be for the nice bit of meat.

MARY'S LAMB.

MARY had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow;
And ev'ry where that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day—
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turned him out:
But still he linger'd near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.

And then he ran to her, and laid

As if he'd say "I'm not afraid;
You'll keep me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
children cry;-

The eager

"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.

HARRY AND HIS DOG ROVER.

Harry had a little dog, and his name was Rover. Rover was red and white, and his hair was soft and curly. His tail, too, was long and bushy.

Well, Harry went out to walk by the river, and, of course, Rover was at his heels. Rover jumpt and friskt about like a mad thing. Harry would stop now and then and pat him, saying, "Good Rover, I love you very much."

Rover would look up at Harry and wag his tail, as much as to say, Good master Harry, I love you too with all my heart."

Now, as they were going along the bank of the river, Harry saw some pretty lilies. So he thought he would get one for his mother. Harry stretch'd out a stick, but he could not reach a lily. stick was too short. Harry was very vex'd, so he threw the stick at the lily.

The

Well, Rover, who had been standing by, sprang into the water. He went in he came back with the lily.

after the stick, but Good, clever Rover

saw that Harry wanted the lily and did not care for the stick.

JENNY WREN AND COCK ROBIN.

Jenny Wren fell sick

Upon a merry time;

In came Robin Redbreast,

And brought her sops of wine.

Eat well of the sop, Jenny,

Drink well of the wine.
Thank you, Robin, kindly,-
You shall be mine.

Jenny she got well,

And stood upon her feet,

And told Robin plainly

She loved him not a bit.

Robin, being angry,

Hopp'd on a twig,

Saying, out upon you,

Fye upon you, bold-faced jig !

THE BIG LITTLE BOY.

There was once a very little boy, and his name was Philip. He thought himself ten times as tall as his father and mother. Oh, how people laughed at the foolish little man!

Well, every day this little boy had to pass under a high arch on his road to school. Now, this arch was high enough for an elephant. But little Philip would stoop down and crawl through it on all fours. He was afraid, he said, of knocking his head on the top of the arch.

Of course his school-fellows shrieked with laughter. But he did not care a straw for them, he was so conceited.

At length little Philip went to bathe in a river. Now, the river was very deep, as his companions told him. He replied, that it was but a shallow brook to a tall and tough boy like him. So in he went.

In a twinkling the make-believe tall boy was out of sight, for he had gone out of his depth. At last he was seen struggling much lower down, at a rough part of the river. So his companions ran and helpt him out.

Philip was in a sad plight, as you may guess. This was the largest draught of water the big-little man had ever drunk, for the river ran down his throat. He cough'd and cough'd for a long time, and no one ever heard him boasting any more.