CT.

Taddy Pole and Polly Wogg
Lived together in a bog:
Here you see the very pool
Where they went to swimming-school.

[Illustration]

By and by (it's true, but strange)
O'er them came a wondrous change:
Here you have them on a log,
Each a most decided frog.

M. A. C.

AN EXCITING SCENE.

Early last spring, Mistress Jenny Wren took possession of the little box
nailed to a tree immediately in front of Mr. Philip's house. She had not
really moved in, when who should peep in but Mr. English-Sparrow.

He was abroad house hunting, and never mistrusted that any one had got
this house before him. He was thinking how well it would suit himself
and mate, when _whir-r-r-r_! _whir-r-r-r_! up came Mrs. Jenny; and
before he could offer a word of excuse, she began with, "Fie, fie! I
took you for a gentleman! What business have you here?"

"My dear madam," began Mr. Sparrow; but Jenny would not hear him. "Out,
out with you, you saucebox, you interloper!" she screamed; and she
dashed at him and pecked him till he beat a speedy retreat.

The next day, however, he came round again; whether to express his
regrets in due form, or to buy her off, I cannot say; but Mrs. Jenny was
unwilling to accept anything but the most humble apology.

One look convinced her that he didn't want her pardon, but her house;
and out she flew at his very eyes, and on she chased as far as Mr.
Philip, who was sitting at the window, could see. But Mr. Sparrow was
seen no more.

I knew Jenny Wren was spirited; but I should hardly have thought that of
her; should you!

MR. PERIWINKLE.

"MAKE A PIE."

The summer before our Mary was two years old, she and her brother used
to make pies in the sand, cutting them out with the cover of a little
tin pail, always using water to mix them, if they could obtain it.

About this time, Bertie was learning,--

"Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land."

One day, Mary thought she would say it with him, so she began,--

"Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make _a pie_."

"Make the mighty ocean, Mary," said her brother.

"No, _make a pie_," said Mary; and she could not be induced to say it
right till months afterwards.

MARY'S MAMMA.

[Illustration: From SIR EDWIN LANDSEER'S painting. In outline by
MR. HARRISON WEIR, as a drawing lesson. VOL. XVIII.--No. 1]

A BIG DOG.