st introduce you to my dog Beauty, who sits by my side in the
picture. You see he is a Spitz; but do not be frightened: he will never
have hydrophobia. I cannot think of having him muzzled, for one of his
charms is the way he opens and shuts his mouth when he barks. Oh, no,
Beauty! I will never hurt your feelings by making you wear a muzzle.

My grandma gave me this dear dog a year ago last Christmas. He had two
beautiful red eyes then; now he has none. He had two long silky ears
then; now he has but one. He had four legs, and a bushy tail curled over
his back; now he has but two legs, and no tail. But I love him just as
well as ever.

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The dolly you see sitting up against the trunk is my daughter Nannie. I
have four other children.

Nellie is a fair-haired blonde, but is getting rather past her prime.
You know blondes fade young.

Rosa Grace once had lovely flaxen curls, and very rosy cheeks; but now
her curls are few and far between, her cheeks are faded, and her arms
and feet are out of order.

Next comes Florence, who has joints, and can sit up like a lady
anywhere. My papa brought her from San Francisco. She has yellow hair,
and is dressed in crimson silk.

My youngest is not yet named. She is quite small, has black hair and
eyes, and is rather old-fashioned looking. If you can think of a name
just right for her, I wish you would please let me know. It is so
perplexing to name so many children!

SARAH H. BUCK.

THREE NAUGHTY PIGS.

THREE naughty pigs,
All in one pen,
Drank up their milk
Left by the men.

Then all the three,
Fast as they could,
Dug their way out
To find something good.

Out in the garden
A maiden fair
Had set some flowers,
Of beauty rare.

Out in the garden
A merry boy
Had planted seeds,
With childish joy.

One naughty pig
Ran to the bed;
Soon lay the flowers
Drooping and dead.

Two naughty pigs
Dug up the seeds,
And left for the boy
Not even weeds.

Three naughty pigs
Back in the pen,
Never could do
Such digging again.

For in their noses
Something would hurt