r with many a freak,
And wag his tail, and look so meek,
And neither bark nor bite.

Upon his back he lets you ride,
All round and round the yard;
And now, while sitting by your side,
To have a bit of bread denied,
Is really very hard.

And all your little tricks he'll bear,
And never seem to mind;
And yet you say you cannot spare
One bit of breakfast for his share,
Although he is so kind.

Good Dog Tray

Good Dog Tray
Watched Tommy t'other day,
In the garden fast asleep:
Good Dog Tray.

Poor Old Tray

See, here is poor old Tray;
Good dog to run so fast,
To meet my sister May and me,
Now school is o'er at last.

Oh! how I love you, Tray,
You are so kind to me;
You run beside me in my walks,
You sit by me at tea.

'Tis true that I give you bits
Of cake and bread and meat;
But I'm sure you'd love as well
If you had nought to eat.

For faithful, true, and kind
Is our old darling Tray;
He guards our dwelling all the night,
And plays with us by day.

Doggy minds the House

"Come hither, little puppy dog,
I'll give you a nice new collar,
If you will learn to read your book
And be a clever scholar."

"No, no!" replied the puppy dog,
"I've other fish to fry,
"For I must learn to guard your house,
And bark when thieves come nigh."

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[Illustration: Goat Writing on Pad of Paper.]

O'Grady's Goat

O'Grady lived in shanty row,
The neighbours often said
They wished that Tim would move away
Or that his goat was dead.
He kept the neighbourhood in fear,
And the children always vexed;
They couldn't tell jist whin or where
The goat would pop up nexht.

Ould Missis Casey stood wan day
The dirty clothes to rub
Upon the washboard, when she dived
Head foremost o'er the tub;
She lit upon her back an' yelled,
As she was lying flat:
"Go git your goon an' kill the bashte."
O'Grady's goat did that.

Pat Doolan's woife hung out the wash,
Upon the line to dry.
She wint to take it in at night,
But stopped to have a cry.
The sleeves av two red flannel shirts,
Tat once was worn by Pat,
Were chewed off almost to the neck.
O'Grady's goat doon that.

They had a party at McCune's,
And they were having foon,
Whin suddinly there was a crash
An' ivrybody roon.
The isete