Year: 1874

ALA IA SANAhx DAfAb.


was Ole Bull-after the fsmons violin
ist, you know, He was not a handsome


bird to look at, but his brightness and


cunning, playful ways fully male up


for his mere want of outward beauty.


He was an excellent singer too, aud at


times used to sing so loud that We were


obliged to stop him by covering some-


thing, q shawl or towel, over his cage.


l did not keep him in his cage half of


the time, he was so tame, and seemed


to enjoy being out in the room so much


His first stopping place as he few from


his cage was generally straight to the


top of my bureau, where he would
stand for few minutes, chirping to


himself, as if making up his mind what


he would do next. II went near and
shook my finger at him, he would futter
about, scold and pick at me, pretending
to fight. and puff himself out until he
looked like nothing so much as large
powder-puff. 1 would let him fight
until he was tired, and then he would
sit quietly on my finger, kiss me and eat
sugar from off my lips. Sometimes |
would pretend not to see him, would
take no notice whatever of him, but GO
quietly about whatever work / might
be doing. Then he would fly on my
shoulder or head, and attract my atten-
tiOn by picking at my hair or earrings.
Often, when have been writing, he has
suddenly flown down and lighted on
the top of my pen-handle. and tried his
best to stand there. or hoped on to
the table and picked at the corner of
my paper, trying to pull it away from
me. He seemed perfectly bubbling
over with fun all the time. When sat
sewing in the room, he would catch the
end Of my thread in his mouth and fly
off with it, pulling down the spool and
tangling the thread at a great rate. The
only way to make him drop it was to
make him fight. Then in his excite
ment and rvge he would forget. and let
it drop.


He was very fond of bathing. The
larger the bath-tub, the better he
seemed to enjoy it. Once or twice 1
filed my large wash-bowl full of water,
and it was really very funny to see him
try to get in all over. His feet could
not touch the bottom, of course, and
after drinking few swallows and wet
ting his head little, he would try to
jump in. Finding he could not touch
the bottom, he would make a dive
across, Just dipping his feet and breast
in, and landing on the opposite rim OF
the bowl. He would try it over and
over again with no better success, as
far as getting in all over was concerned.


He generally went home into his cage
when he was tired, though sometimes
he preferred the top of my bureau for a
bed. / never left the room but what he
called after me, and really believe he
knew my step as soon as L entered the
lower hall. He would call to me, and
he was, he seemed perfectly delighted.
This is all true that L have told you
and if you like it, can tell you many
more stories about my pets. They
were all very remarkable and interesting
/ can assure you.-Children's
Hour.


BEHIND THE BARs.-Kunny was
little mouse who thought he knew more |
than anybody else,-yes, more even
than his wise old mother.


Beware of cheese !" said his mother .
in mouse-language.


Cheese is nothing" said Kunny. .
"Cheese is only fiction of our sensa- /
tions. Take away our sensations, and |
there is no cheese. / see it, / smell it. |
feel it but take away sight and smell 4
and feeling. and there is no cheese"


What Kunny meant by all this fool I
ish talk, L cannot say. l only know .
hot oh 20 ,,,n1h To- Of
last. He was caught in trap. His .
mother, his sister Nan, his brothers Tit .
and Tat, all came to see him as he /
stood helpless behind the bars of his
prison.


At last his mother found one OF the
bars loose, and pressed it aside, so that /
Kunny could get out. There was great
rejoicing in the mouse family at this
delivery.


81 hope you'll not get into such a
scrape again" said Sister Nan.


Kunny looked up in a very wise way,
and said, "Can you tell me what matter
is, Nan ?"


YES" said Nan. "You know too
much that's the matter"


TAsso.-Tasso is not handsome dog ;
but he is very intelligent.


One day, when his mistress and some
other little girls were playing with their
dolls, Tasso seemed very uneasy, and
acted as if he would like to have a doll |
too.


So his mistress made a rag-doll for
him, with which he seemed delighted. |
He played with it until he saw the little
girls putting their dolls away when,
taking his doll in his mouth, he trotted
off to the garden, and buried it.


The next time he saw the little girls
with their dolls, he went to the garden,
and, after much scratching, brought up
his doll, and amused himself with it as
before.


Another day he was found in the gar
den plucking flowers. He took them
in his mouth, and carried them to his
kennel, where he carefully laid them on
the straw, as much as to say, "You see
1 like flowers as we'll as you, and I'm
going to have some in my parlor."


This pleased Tasso's mistress very
much but she was not at all pleased I
when he came home one day with
little bird in his mouth.


How're SECURE PERFEcTIoN.-A friend |
called on Michael Angelo, who was fin |
ishing a statue. Some time afterward
he called again the sculptor was still
at his work. His friend, looking at the !
figure, exclaimed, "You have been idle
since 1 saw you last.


"By no MEANS" replied the sculptor,
81 have retouched this part, and pol
ished that; have softened this feature
and brought out this muscle; l have
given more expression to this lip, and
more energy to this limb"


well, WE'LL" said his friend ''but
all these are trifes."


''It may be So" replied Angelo
''recoliect that trifes make perfection,
and that perfection is no trifle." So,
also, is it with character.


SIGNIFICANT NAMEs.-Did you ever
he af the ropnas