St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1878-07-12
That Terrible Infant.

Wllllam came running lDtO the mouse
the other day and asked, eagerly,
"Where does charity begin ~ DAT
home," was replied, sin the words OF
tile proverb." mot by good DEAL"
rejoined the boy; sit begins at sea (C)."
A little girl, after coming over
James is for long while, at last tri
umphantly recited it as follows: ga
dOuble-and-twisted man is under the
stable all his days"
81 suppose" said little five-years- old
in her quiet, thoughtful way, 81 sup
pose there are men under ground that
push up the flowers, don't you, man.
ma ?"-Boston Transcript.
Two little girls were comparing pro-
gress in catechism study: 81 have got
to original sin," said one. Chow far
have you got ?" "Oh, I'm beyond re-
demption," said the other.
They were standing at window. 'Tn
looking out doors do you notice how
bright is the green of the grass and
leaves ?" asked an elderly gentleman of
a little girl whose home he was visiting.
eyes, sir" "Why does it appear so
much brighter at this time ?" he next
asked, looking down upon the bright,
sweet face with tender interest. "Be-
cause ma has cleaned house and you
can see out BETTER" she said. The ell
derly gentleman sat down.
A Boston public school-Teacher {:
'What can you say about Washing
ton ?" Pupil: "Washington was once
the capitol of the United States, but
Massachusetts is now. He was the
rogue that cut the cherry tree,' and
after he had heard the story, he said
that he had rather tell one hundred lies
than cut another tree.-NeaU England
Journal of Education.
That was a delicate complement a
Il seven-years-old Milwaukee boy paid
his mother the other evening. The
family were discussing at the supper
table the qualities which go to make up
a good wife. Nobody thought the little
fellow had been listening, or could un-
derstand the talk, till he leaned over
the table and kissed his mother, and
said: mamma, when | get big enough,
Pm going to marry a lady just like
you"
His father was sitting in an easy
chair, with his feet on another chair,
one leg of which rested on the hearth,
while the four-years old small boy was
very busy painting his alphabet blocks
with mucilage. Presently his father
moved his feet, causing the chair to
make a gyrating sound on the hearth,
when the small boy cried out: ''Oh,
pa, don't do that; You make my teeth
come out and go in another place.
NeW York Evening Post.
"What is faith ?" asked a Sunday
school teacher of a boy scholar. He
belonged to a base ball nine, and replied,
Betting on left-handed pitcher"
Chow did you come to know her ?"
asked mother of her little girl as she
saw her bidding goodbye to poorly
dressed child at the church door. "Why
you see, mamma, she came into our
Sunday school alone and made place
for her on my seat, and | smiled, and
she smiled, and then we were ac-
qainted.'
Our Madge has grown much but she
still keeps bright and pretty. We think
her choice and command of words won
deIful for a child only three and half
years. She said to her mother the other
day: mamma, are you like the i'm
mortal George? Do you never tell
lie Do tell just one. Say Pm good"
She is very jealous of her cousin Annie.
Her father asked her the other morning
cousin. "Oh yes, papa" she answer
ed. 81 love her dearly-out of sight,
She is now visiting me all by her
''lone." By herself she means. Last
night l wanted her to pray for her little
brother, as well as for her father and
mother. ''No, no." she said. 81 don't
want odds and ends stuck in my
ayers."-Independent.
LITTLE MARY WRITES A COMPOSITION
ON DoG.-After few seconds she
wrote as follows: 'Flick is pretty lit
tie dog, with face like monkey He
has two bright eyes-rOguish eyes, my
sister calls them he has little tail"
Here Mary's ideas became some
what confused; she wanted to say
more, and yet she could not
think of anything; finally she contin-
ued: 'Flick often runs to amuse him
self at the minister's house. He has
gone there tO-day"-and at this place
the child, having read her production
aloud, deliberately laid down her pencil,
closed her copy-book, and folded her
arms. "Well Mary" said |, shave you
finished ~ "Ah," she replied, in the
most innocent manner, ~ can't finish
my composition--Flick has not come
back we must wait until he returns"
The reason appeared to me SO comical
that | could say no more.-Nelv England
Journal of Education.