arly pleasant pastime for the long evenings. Any number can
play the game--the more the merrier. All the players seat themselves
round the table, and each one must be supplied with small pieces of
white paper, about two inches square, and a pencil--or, better still,
a pen and ink. All the players, except one, then silently resolve on
some position in life which it is possible for them to fill, and each
makes some sign of their "Position" by sketching a little picture of
some article connected with their proposed trade or business on one
of the blank pieces of paper. The name of each sketcher should be
written on his paper. Five minutes are allowed for the sketching, the
time being kept by the player who has not selected a "Position." All
the illustrated papers are then passed in order round the table, so
that each may view the others' pictures; but no one is supposed to
criticise them aloud. Lastly they are handed to the "Guesser" (who,
up to this point, has taken no active part in the game, except to
time the five minutes), and he ranges them in order before him
according to the order in which the players are seated at the table.
He looks at them attentively and then proceeds to guess from the
pictures what are the intended "Positions" of each person. Supposing
that there were three players, and each one drew a sketch, say of a
house, a pear, and a crown respectively. The Guesser looking at them
would have no difficulty in pronouncing (1) landlord, (2)
greengrocer, (3) king. If she fail to guess any of the "Positions,"
the first person at whom he or she stopped is chosen Guesser for the
next time; if there has been no failure, the player on the right hand
of the Guesser takes the privilege. The principal object of this game
is for each player to try who can make the best sketch in five
minutes, and the next object is to puzzle the Guesser.

THE RIVAL KINGS.

(A FABLE IN FOUR SITUATIONS.)

SITUATION FIRST.

"I have only one ambition in this world," said King Albus, addressing
the feathered members of his household, "only _one_ ambition."

"And what is that?" said the oldest and the fattest hen, sidling up
to him.

"My ambition is," replied the king, strutting about the yard, and
looking as haughty and as full of fight as only a Spanish cock can,
"to see my detested rival over the fence yonder humbled in the dust."

"You've often said that," remarked the old hen.

"Yes," continued the king, "I mean to d