but he began to bark and
whine, and seemed to say, in his doggish way:
"Please _do_ attend to me; _do_ come back
with me!" that at last, just to see if he would
leave off, she began to walk home. And oh,
how delighted Tray was! When they reached
the house Tray ran up-stairs, and nurse
discovered baby sitting up in bed, and screaming
sadly. The little thing had awoke, and
finding herself alone, began to cry; and the
faithful dog had heard her, and set off
directly to find nurse.

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MY FRIEND WASHINGTON.

When I was a very little girl, one of
my best friends was Washington
Henry. He was one of our servants, who
made himself useful inside of the house, and
was as black as night, as you may see by
the picture. He liked nothing better than
to meet me outside the house and have a
romp, and he would take me all round the
barn and show me the ducks, and hens, and
the nice little chickens, and wheel me round
in the baby-carriage, while he capered and
danced about like a high-mettled steed. I
can tell you we had plenty of fun, and father
often used to wonder how it was I liked
Washington so much, but it was only because
he was more kind and considerate
than any of the other servants. His old
mother lived in a little cottage with his
younger brother and sister, and he used to
take me round there sometimes, and they
had always something new to show me.

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THE YOUNG MONKEY.

A little Monkey chanced to find
A walnut in its outward rind;
He snatched the prize with eager haste,
And bit it, but its bitter taste
Soon made him throw the fruit away.
"I've heard," he cried, "my mother say
(But she was wrong), the fruit was good;
Preserve me from such bitter food!"
A monkey by experience taught,
The falling prize with pleasure caught;
Took off the husk and broke the shell,
The kernel peeled, and liked it well.
"Walnuts," said he, "are good and sweet,
But must be opened ere you eat."
And thus in life you'll always find
Labor comes first,--reward behind.

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DON'T YOU LIKE MY CAT?

I like my cat, I like him well,
As all the house may see
I like him for himself, and not
Because the cat likes me.

He counts his only work in life,
To flourish and be fat;
And this he does with all his might;--
Of course, I like my cat.

His eyes shine out beneath his brows,
As eyes have rarely shone;
His beauty is the grandest thing
That ever cat put on.

He wears