10. A position of great trust will be offered you. Your fortune will depend on your ntegrity.

11. Riches are only the gilding and jewellery of life; the soul is the substance. Crave not after the ornament to the oblivion of the foundation.

12. You will be rich, honoured, and the dreams of your highest ambition more than fulfilled.

CROSS QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS

S a game productive of much laughter and fun. The party sit in a circle. Each asks a question of the one next her, and receives an answer in a profound whisper. When the conversation has gone round the circle, each tells aloud the question she was asked and the answer she received. Of course, as A asks a question of B, B answers it. B asks a question of C, and C answers it. Thus the question that is asked of B, comes from A. The answer B receives is given by C. So question and answer are at cross purposes, and the effect is often very droll. We will give an example: Annie, Eva, Tom, and Maggie are seated in a circle. The whispered conversation as it occurs, given straightforwardly, is as follows:

ANNIE (to Eva).—Do you like my carpet shoes? Eva.— The roses on them are beautiful.

EVA (to Tom).-Do you like cricket? TOM.-Rather, in a good big field.

CROSS QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS.

TOM (to Maggie).-Are you fond of eels? MAGGIE.-Yes, fried in egg and bread crumbs.

MAGGIE (to Annie).- Don't you think the Miss Joneses have very large noses? ANNIE.-Well, dear, it would be very unkind to say so.

The whispering having thus gone round the circle, the players are called upon to reveal aloud the questions and answers made to them.

ANNIE.-The question I was asked was, "Don't you think the Miss Joneses have very large noses?" and the answer I received was, "The roses on them are beautiful."

EVA. The question I was asked was, "Do you like my carpet, shoes?" and the answer I received was, "Rather, in a good big field."

TOм.-The question I was asked was, "Do you like cricket?" and the answer I received was, 'Yes, fried in egg and bread crumbs."

MAGGIE. The question I was asked was, "Are you fond of eels?" and the answer I received was, "It would be unkind to say so."

S a game to be played with slips of paper and a
pencil. Each of the party being thus provided,
they write a gentleman's name, turn down the
paper, and pass it on to the next player. Then
sentence is written of a commendatory
character, such as very handsome," "so
benevolent," "so very amusing," &c. Again, the

a

paper is passed. A sentence of a detractive character is next pencilled, and the paper is passed again. Now a lady's name is inscribed on each strip, and again a couple of adjectives, the paper being passed after each sentence. Then an opinion is written down, such as Nothing ever came of it," "They eloped," "They quarrelled," "The matter dropped altogether," "Public opinion was against them,” "It ended in marriage after all." When complete the strips are to be opened and read, the words in italics are introduced by the reader in all cases. Thus:

Is

very

Mr. Douglas Jeremiah Brown

handsome.

Only he has a pug nose and a squint.

He is paying his addresses to Miss Elvira Wiggins.

SPOILING A COMPLIMENT.

Who is a most charming creature.
Only she is so very spiteful.

Of course it ended in their breaking it off.

This game may be varied by repeating names and characteristics as long as the strips will hold out, when they may read thus:

be

I have a large circle of friends; they are all very charming people.

Mr. Daniel Lambert

Is an elegant figure.

Only he is rather too thin, especially for a Highland costume.
He is paying his addresses to Miss Jenny Jones.

Who is a perfect little beauty.

Only she is a trifle humpbacked.

Mr. Mortimer Money

Is as rich as a Jew.

Only he is quite a blackleg.

He is paying his addresses to Queen Elizabeth.

Who is as young as ever.

Only she is as black as a mulatto.

Of course it all ended with the earthquake of Lisbon.

The King of the Beggars

Is a very distinguished person.

Only he is marked with the small pox.

He is paying his addresses to the Fair one with the Golden

Locks.

Who is my very particular friend.

Only she stole my silver spoons.

The consequence is I am extending my connection.

ORANGES AND LEMONS

Sa very old and time-honoured game. The two tallest persons amongst the players stand face to face, about a foot apart, at the top of the room, with their hands united in an arch, like the dancers in Sir Roger de Coverley, singing. The rest of the children form an Indian phalanx, the tallest marching first and the shortest last, and passing in procession under the extended arms

of the singers, whose song runs thus:

"Oranges and Lemons,

Says the bells of St. Clement's;

You owe me five farthir

gs,

Says the bells of St. Martin's;

When will you pay me?

Says the bells of Old Bailey;

When I grow rich,

Says the bells of Shoreditch;

When will that be?

Says the bells of Stepney;

I do not know,

Says the great bell of Bow.

So here comes a candle to light you to bed,

And here comes a chopper to chop off your head."

As the singers chant these words they lower their arms and enclose the neck of the person last of the procession, whom the