e wrong side, purl
the next st. which appears purled on this side, together with the thread
thrown over, with the white thread, * lay the white thread on the needle
from the front to the wrong side, carry the chinchilla thread underneath
the white thread to the next st., and knit this plain together with the
thread thrown over, carry the white thread from the wrong side to the
front underneath the needle, and over the chinchilla thread, lay the
latter on the needle from the front to the wrong side, purl the next st.
together with the thread thrown over, with white worsted, and repeat
from *. 3d and 4th rounds.--Like the 1st and 2d rounds, but in the 3d
round always purl the st. which appear purled on the working side, and
knit plain those which look as if knit plain. Repeat always the 1st to
4th rounds, transposing the design (see Fig. 2). Finally, cast off the
st. loosely with both threads.

BISHOP HATTO.

The story goes that there once lived in Germany, in a handsome, spacious
palace, a selfish, fat old Bishop. His table was always spread with the
choicest dainties, and he drank in abundance wine of the very best; he
slept long and soundly, and looked so comfortable and happy and fat that
the people whispered to each other, "How grand it must be to be a
Bishop!"

One summer, in the neighborhood where the Bishop lived, the rain came
down in such torrents, and continued so long, that the grain was utterly
ruined, and when autumn arrived, there was none to be gathered. "What
shall we do," said the poor fathers and mothers, "when the long winter
comes, and we have no food to give our children?"

Winter arrived, bringing the cold winds and the snow and the frost. The
little ones begged for bread, and the poor mothers were compelled to say
the bread was all gone.

"Let us go to the Bishop," at last said the poor pining creatures.
"Surely he will help us. He has far more food than he needs, and it is
useless our starving here when he has plenty."

Very soon from his palace window the Bishop saw numbers of the poor
people flocking to his gates, and he thought to himself: "So they want
my corn; but they shall not have it; and the sooner they find out their
mistake, the better." So he sent them all away. The next day others
came. Still the Bishop refused, but still the people persevered in
calling out for food at his gates.

At last, wearied with their cries, but still unmoved by their pitiable
condition, the B