es that command success
in his last _experiment_.

CHAPTER TEN.

TOBY THE CLOWN, BY ANON.

Toby's the most famous clown,
In the country or the town;
Never was a laugh so ringing,
When the children hear him singing!

See, he stands upon two legs,
With his hat for coppers begs;
Do you think that you, if you
Were a dog, as much could do?

Little maid and little man,
Throw him all the pence you can!
When perhaps he'll show you how
He says "Thank you," Bow! wow! wow!

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

A CHRISTMAS PARTY, BY JOHN STRANGE WINTER.

It was getting very near Christmas-time, and all the boys at Miss Ware's
school were talking excitedly about going home for the holidays, of the
fun they would have, the presents they would receive on Christmas
morning, the tips from Grannies, Uncles, and Aunts, of the pantomimes,
the parties, the never-ending joys and pleasures which would be theirs.

"I shall go to Madame Tussaud's and to the Drury Lane pantomime," said
young Fellowes, "and my Mother will give a party, and Aunt Adelaide will
give another, and Johnny Sanderson and Mary Greville, and ever so many
others. I shall have a splendid time at home. Oh, Jim, I wish it were
all holidays, like it is when one's grown up."

"My Uncle Bob is going to give me a pair of skates--clippers," remarked
Harry Wadham.

"My Father's going to give me a bike," put in George Alderson.

"Will you bring it back to school with you?" asked Harry.

"Oh, yes, I should think so, if Miss Ware doesn't say no."

"I say, Shivers," cried Fellowes, "where are you going to spend your
holidays?"

"I'm going to stop here," answered the boy called Shivers, in a very
forlorn tone.

"Here--with old Ware?--oh, my! Why can't you go home?"

"I can't go home to India," answered Shivers. His real name, by the
bye, was Egerton--Tom Egerton.

"No--who said you could? But haven't you any relations anywhere?"

Shivers shook his head. "Only in India," he said miserably.

"Poor old chap; that's rough luck for you. Oh, I'll tell you what it
is, you fellows: if I couldn't go home for the holidays--especially
Christmas--I think I'd just sit down and die."

"Oh, no, you wouldn't," said Shivers; "you'd hate it and you'd get ever
so homesick and miserable, but you wouldn't die over it. You'd just get
through somehow, and hope something would happen before next year, or
that some kind fairy or other would--"

"Bosh! there a