nging and swinging and tick-tacking is formed
likewise of bricks of cork: its length is 2-1/2 inches, its breadth is 1
inch. Now as the upper case is smaller, you see, than the lower one,
there would be a cavity, and indeed nothing for the higher one to rest
upon, so we put little bevelled pieces on the lower case, which fill up
part of the aperture and give the upper case a resting-place. The door
of the clock is represented by a narrow thin piece of cork, at least 2
inches long, placed down the middle of the upper case. Now we have come
to its head: this is a hollow square, 1-1/2 inches high and wide. A little
platform is put on the upper case, which projects beyond it all round.
On this the head stands, and at each corner a little round pillar, the
height of the head, rears itself up. On the top of the head there is an
ornamental battlement, composed of dog-tooth pieces of cork. As the
clock has a head, it ought to have a face; indeed, the face is one of
the chief parts of a clock. Take a piece of stiff white paper or thin
cardboard, cut it square the exact size of the head, and on it mark, in
your neatest style, the proper number of figures and the two black
hands: fasten the paper on a square of cork the same size, and put it in
at the back of the head. Keep it in its place by fastening projecting
blocks of cork to the back of the square; this will keep it steady, and
prevent the face from falling away from the front of the head. The face
looks rather too staring if the whole square is seen, therefore fix tiny
half squares of cork in each of the four corners of the head in front.

E. C.

SUMMER VISITORS.

I fed the birds in the winter,
And so in the summer, you see,
They flew through my open window,
And stayed for a cup of tea.
They little thought I was looking, the dear little
feathered things,
As they hovered o'er cups and saucers, and fluttered
their pretty wings.

For I was standing on tip-toe,
In hiding behind the screen,
And a livelier chirpier party,
I think I have never seen.
The air was sweet with the summer, the window
stood open wide,
My room was a garden of flowers, and lime-trees
blossomed outside.

So the old birds paid me a visit,
And the young birds came in their train,
For they took my room, with its nosegays,
For par