its appearance, Queen
Victoria asked Mr. Dodgson for his other works; and in response "Lewis
Carroll" sent her his 'Elementary Treatise on Determinants' and other
mathematical works. It is seldom that the dualism of a mind--writing
now nonsense so thoroughly and vigorously witty, and now exploring the
intricacies of higher mathematics--has a more curious illustration.
Certainly the illustration is seldom as diverting to the public.

ALICE, THE PIG-BABY, AND THE CHESHIRE CAT

From 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland'

"Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!" said the Duchess to
Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. "I must go and get ready
to play croquet with the Queen," and she hurried out of the room. The
cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went, but it just missed her.

Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a
queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all
directions,--"just like a star-fish," thought Alice. The poor little
thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept
doubling itself up and straightening itself out again; so that
altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could
do to hold it.

As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was
to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its
right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself), she
carried it out into the open air. "If I don't take this child away
with me," thought Alice, "they're sure to kill it in a day or two:
wouldn't it be murder to leave it behind?" She said the last words out
loud, and the little thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing
by this time). "Don't grunt," said Alice: "that's not at all the
proper way of expressing yourself."

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face
to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it
had a _very_ turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose;
also its eyes were getting extremely small, for a baby: altogether,
Alice did not like the look of the thing at all,--"but perhaps it was
only sobbing," she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if
there were any tears.

No, there were no tears. "If you're going to turn into a pig, my
dear," said Alice, seriously, "I'll have nothing more to do with you.
Mind now!" The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was
impossible to say wh