e could, and left the spectacles for
Clarence's mamma to pick up; while old Daisy took her seat on the
window-sill again, and seemed to feel that she had done her duty.

Clarence thought it was a funny sight to see one cat punish another.
What do you think about it, little Nursery people?

MRS. L. A. WHITE.

THE TIGER'S TOILET.

THIS splendid tiger lived in the Zooelogical Gardens at Berlin. He had a
very kind keeper named Peens, who used to comb out the long waving hair
that grew on his cheeks.

He looks in the picture as though he were very angry, and were growling
and snarling terribly; but though he did gnash his teeth, and make a
fearful noise, he enjoyed his hair-dressing very much. I have seen some
children who acted like this tiger when their hair was combed; but that
was because they were really cross. He is not.

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Whenever he saw Peens coming toward his cage with the comb in his hand,
this tiger would at once throw himself down close to the bars, with his
head pressed against them, as you see him here, as if he would say, "I'm
all ready, Peens, go ahead!" This showed how much he liked the feeling
of the comb.

But, after all, he never forgot that he was a tiger; for if, by
accident, Peens pulled his hair, he would give a dreadful growl, and
look as if he would like to eat him up in a minute. Then Peens would
stop for a moment, until he was good natured again.

A few weeks ago this beautiful and intelligent tiger died. In his last
hours he mewed constantly with pain, like a great cat, and was only
quiet when Peens came to the bars, and stroked his cheeks. When the
keeper went away, he would call after him.

Peens felt very badly at losing his tiger; and I am sure he must have
been a very kind keeper to him.

Even a tiger may be taught love and gratitude by kind treatment.

ELIZABETH SILL.

(_Adapted from the German._)

PETERLIN ON HIS TRAVELS.

PETERLIN was a chick just five days out of the shell. He began to think
he was somebody now. The old cornfield became too narrow for him. He
must start out on his travels, and see something of the world.

Biddy, his mother, clucked and scolded away at him, and told him how he
might lose himself in the grass, and never find his way home.

But it was of no use. The mother's warnings were unheeded. Off started
Peterlin; and, bef