A Dutchman's Dog Story.

DERE

vhas a leedle vomans once

Who keept a leedle shtore,

Und had a leedle puppy dog

Dot shtoodt pefore der door.
Und evfery dime der peoples coom
He opened vide him's jaw.

Schnip! Schnap! shoost so,
Und bite dem.

Vun day anoder puppy dog

Cooms runnin' down der shtreet, Oudt of Herr Schneider's sausage-shop, Vhere he had shtoled some meat; Und after him der Schneider man Der vhind vhas not more fleet. Whir-r-r! Whist! shoost so, Like vinkin !

Der leedle voman's puppy dog
Vhas lookin' at der fun,

He barkit at der Schneider man,
Und right pefore him run;

Den fell him down, dot Schneider man,
Like shooted mit a gun.

Bang! Crash! shoost so,

Und voorser.

Der puppy dog dot shtoled der meat,
Roon'd on und got avhay;
Der leedle voman's puppy dog
Der Schneider man did slay,
Und make him indo sausages —
Dot's vot der peoples say.
Chip! Chop! shoost so,
Und sell him.

DER MORAL.

Der moral is, don't interfere
Vhen droubles is aroundt;
Der man dot's in der fightin' crowd
Vhill get hurt I'll be pound.
Mind your own peesness, dot is pest,
In life she vhill be found.

Yaw! yaw! shoost so,

I pet you.

JOHN THOMAS Brown.

Wedded Bliss.

"COME and be my mate!" said the Eagle to

the Hen;

"I love to soar, but then

I want my mate to rest
Forever in the nest!"

Said the Hen, "I cannot fly,

I have no wish to try,

But I joy to see my mate careering through the sky! They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone.

"O come and be my mate!" said the Lion to the Sheep;

"My love for you is deep!

I slay, a Lion should,

But you are mild and good!"
Said the Sheep, "I do no ill.

Could not, had I the will —

But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill.” They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone.

ΙΟΙ

"O come and be my mate!" said the Salmon to the

Clam;

"You are not wise, but I am.

I know sea and stream as well;
You know nothing but your shell."
Said the Clam, "I'm slow of motion,
But my love is all devotion,

And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean!"

They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone.

CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON.

Of Pickett's Well.

Century Magazine.

EEL more 'an ever like a fool

FEEL

Sence Pickett's Nell come back from

school.

She oncet wuz twelve 'nd me eighteen
('Nd better friends you never seen);
But now- oh, my!

She's dressed so fine, 'nd growed so tall,
'Nd l'arnin' — she jes knows it all.
She's eighteen now, but I'm so slow
I'm whar I wuz six year ago.

Six year! Waal, waal! doan't seem a week

Sence we rode Dolly to th' creek,

'Nd fetched th' cattle home at night,

Her hangin' to my jacket tight.

But now - oh, my!

She rides in Pickett's new coopay

Jes like she'd be'n brung up thet way,

'Nd lookin' like a reg'lar queen

Th' mostest like I ever seen.