pocket-money, you can walk, and beg a lift now Put on corduroys, and don't care for cut behind. The two prentices, George and Nick, are here to be made farmers of, and brother Frank is took home from school to help in agriculture. We like farming very much, it 's capital fun. Us four have got a gun, and go out shooting: it's a famous good one, and sure to go off if you don't full cock it. Tiger is to be our shooting dog as soon as he has left off killing the sheep. He's a real savage, and worries cats beautiful. Before father comes down, we mean to bait our bull with him.

and then, or swing by the dickeys.

There's plenty of New Rivers about, and we 're going a fishing as soon as we have mended our top joint. We 've killed one of our sheep on the sly to get gentles. We 've a pony too, to ride upon when we can catch him, but he's loose in the paddock, and has neither mane nor tail to signify to lay hold of. Is n't it prime, Bill? You must come. If your mother won't give your father leave to allow you,- run away. There's a pond full of frogs, but we won't pelt them till you come, but let it be before Sunday, as there 's our own orchard to rob, and the fruit 's to be gathered on Monday.

If

you like sucking raw eggs, we know where

the hens lay, and mother don't; and I 'm bound

Do come, Bill, and I'll and everything to make

there 's lots of birds' nests. show you the wasp's nest, you comfortable. I dare say you could borrow your father's volunteer musket of him without his knowing it; but be sure any how to bring the ramrod, as we 've mislaid ours by firing it off. Don't forget some bird-lime, Bill, and some fish-hooks, — and some different sorts of shot, and some gunpowder, and a gentle-box, and some flints, some May-flies, and a powder-horn, and a landing-net, and a dog-whistle, and some porcupine-quills, and a bullet-mould, and a trolling-winch, and a shot-belt,

and a tin-can.

owe it you.

You pay for 'em, Bill, and I'll

Your old friend and schoolfellow,

HARRY.

"WHEN children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."

SOME ACCOUNT OF A REMARKABLE BABY.

Ir was a peculiarity of this baby to be always cutting teeth. Whether they never came, or whether they came and went away again, is not in evidence; but it had certainly cut enough, on the showing of its mother, to make a handsome dental provision for the sign of the Bull and Mouth. All sorts of objects were impressed for the rubbing of its gums, notwithstanding that it always carried, dangling at its waist (which was immediately under its chin), a bone ring, large enough to have represented the rosary of a young nun. Knife-handles, umbrella-tops, the heads. of walking-sticks selected from the stock, the fingers of the family, nutmeg-graters, crusts, the handles of doors, and the cool knobs on the tops of pokers, were among the commonest instruments indiscriminately applied for the baby's relief. The amount of electricity that must have been rubbed out of it in a week is not to be calculated. Still its mother always said, "It was coming through, and then the child would be herself," and still it never did come through, and the child continued to be somebody else.

THE BOY'S APPEAL.

O, WHY must my face be washed so clean,
And rubbed and scrubbed for Sunday?
When you very well know, as you often have seen,
"T will be dirty again on Monday?

You rub as hard as ever you can,

And your hands are rough, to my sorrow; No woman shall wash me when I'm a man ; And I wish I was one to-morrow!

THE UNLUCKY ONE.

Extract from the "Golden Pot."

Or a truth, I am born to losses and crosses for my life long! When, in boyhood, at Odds or Evens, I could never once guess the right way; my bread and butter always fell on the buttered

side.* Did I ever put on a new garment, without the first day smearing it with tallow, or, on some ill-fastened nail or other, tearing a ragged hole in it?

SATURDAY AFTERNOON.

I LOVE to look on a scene like this,
Of wild and careless play,

And persuade myself that I am not old,

And

my locks are not yet gray.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,

And makes his pulses fly,

To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
And the light of a pleasant eye.

I have walked the world for fourscore years,
And they say that I am old;

a

*"I never had a piece of bread

Particularly large and wide,

But fell upon the sanded floor.

And always on the buttered side. "