ereby closed; henceforth must fun abound.

Vacation shall not end; all slates I order smashed;
The man who says "arithmetic"--he must be soundly thrashed;
All grammars shall be burnt; the spellers we will tear;
The boy who spells correctly--a fool's cap he shall wear.

No dolls shall be allowed, for dolls are what I hate;
The girls must give them up, and learn to swim and skate;
Confectioners must charge only a cent a pound
For all the plums and candy that in the shops are found.

That man who asks a dime for any pear or peach--
I'll have him hung so high, that none his feet can reach;
No baker is allowed hereafter to bake bread;
He must bake only pies and cake and ginger-snaps instead.

All lecturers must quit our realm without delay;
The circus-men and clowns, on pain of death, must stay;
All folks who frown on fun, at once must banished be:
Now, fellow, that you know my will, to its fulfilment see!

ALFRED SELWYN.

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A TRUE ANTELOPE STORY.

Some time ago, I told the readers of "The Nursery" about catching a
buffalo-calf. I will now tell them about a young antelope which we
caught, and another which we almost caught.

Tip and I were in that part of Western Kansas which is left blank on the
maps. Two hunters, Thompson and Hughes, had joined us; and we were
coming back from a buffalo-chase. We had been crawling lazily along,
over prairie, through valley, up and down hill, since sunrise, and it
was now nearly noon.

All of a sudden, from a clump of tall grass near us, up sprung an
antelope and a pair of beautiful fawns. Like a flash, the old one and
one of the fawns started over the brow of the ridge on which they were
lying; while the other little fellow began running around in a circle,
as you have seen ponies do at the circus, bleating as hard as he could.

The boys leaped from the wagons in an instant, while I remained to hold
the horses. Ranging themselves around the circle, the three hunters
every now and then, dashed headlong after the fawn as he flew past; but
missed him by a rod or more every time.

Our dog Landy, also, was on hand for the fun; and it was a laughable
sight to see the great awkward fellow straining every nerve to overtake
the little streak of animated lightning that flashed before him. Landy
was a Newfoundland shepherd, and I knew that nothing could induce him t