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A Moon- Bat ti.Last night I saw the Bllver moon jIt was a pretty sight.It filled the street, It filled my room With suoh a shining light That I could see to go to bed Without the gas high overhead.I wish we had a silver moon Each night the whole year through | I think ’twould make a ohild all good, And dean and pure—don’t you?— After the bath-tub big and white To take a bath in silver light.Cat Note#.Hardly any animal is ao well known to ns as is the cat It is found in nearly every home, and seems to be the proper ornament of the hearth.But common as it has become, pussy Is not a native of the British Isles, forit is not a descendant of the wild cat once hunted in England and Scotland for its fur. Our fireside friend camefrom the far east, probably from Persia, which can still provide such bea-tiful specimens. In Egypt it was actually an object of worship, and cat mummies are sometimes found in the land of the Pharaohs. Considering its eastern origin It is passing strange that no mention of it occurs in the Bible. This was due, so it has been said, to the fact that the Jews of old did not love animals and that they saw so much cat worship during their stay in Egypt that they took a special dislike to the animal. The Dutch on the other hand, remarking how stoutly it fought for life and liberty, chose the cat for their ensign.An Aesthetic C»n«ry Bird.I wonder if, among the thousands of children who love and care for pet canaries, many realize that there is just as much difference in the characters and dispositions of the birds as there is in their little owners. Some birds are out and out aristocrats, while others are the veriest little plebeians.I had once a canary who, in spite of all my bribes, entreaties and coaxings, simply would not bathe. Every time 1 came near his cage with the little white bathtub filled with water, he would curl up into the sulkiest little yellow ball you can possibly imagine. High on the topmost perch would he sit, the very picture of rage. If 1 put the tub in the cage, he would fight me, shriek out little discordant notes, and fly into such a tempest of anger that for fear he would hurthimself I had to take out the hated tub.So deep seated was this yellow atom’s aversion to bath that I named jM^Ti'atnp;” and, although as a matter of form I still took the tub to him daily, I had resigned myself to his untidy nature, when, one day, Iaccidentally broke the white tub, and in Its place I chanced to take a curiously shaped little Japanese dish of blue and white china.As I came near the cage, “Tramp’s”joyous morning carol stopped short,and he flew up to his topmost perch,as sulky a litue bird as you would care to see. But what Is this? I placed the dish in the cage; and as the sharp little biack eyes rested on It, the yellow ball flew down with out-stuetched wings and glad chirps of joy, perched for an instant on the brim of the dish, and then splashed into the water with every indication of the utmost joy. I was amazed, of course, and could not understand thechange. Day after day went by andeach morning Tramp welcomed his bath in the blue and white dish.Then, one morning, the blue and white dish was broken; and I proffered a white one similar to the oldone.Once more Tramp showed the old aversion to his bath. Sulkier than ever now, he flew on his topmost perch, an~ greeted me with shrill chirps of rage. So it continued, till Ifound another blue and white dish. Then my aesthetic little pet resumedhis dailv bath.—Christian Register.lag for it. aud all the time ft fcepflgling in inj ears, and all the time tsie and my mistress sat there and*laughed at me*It worried me awfully. I thought Uwas a new kind of rat, and I tore allover the house looking for the rat,with tiiac jingle In my ears. It droveme ’most crazy; I can tell you.But now I've found out it was twolittle bells on that collar thing onmy neck that jingled so. And thoughI don’t mind it so much now as I didat first I keep scratching and working hard to get that collar off. I haven’t got It off yet, but I will some day. Idon’t like such things on my neck. Would you?—Brooklyn Eagle.*Foxy’a New Collar.One day while I was eating my breakfast of bread and potatoes Elsiesaid: “Wouldn’t it be nice if Fox had a collar? He shall have one, shan’t he,* Mother? Do buy him one, please do.” And my mistress said, “Yea”I didn’t think much about it then. I didn’t know what a collar was, but I’ve found out now.Next day Elsie sat in the parlor studying and I was gnawing her shoes, when my mistress came in and gave Elsie a little package. And Elsie jumped up so Quick she knocked me over, and clapped her hands, and cried:“Oh, mother, you really did. it’s the loveliest little collar I ever saw.’’ And I jumped up and barked, too.Just then I found a newspaper and dragged it :p to Elsie, ’cause I thoughtshe wanted to tear it up, like I do when I feel glad. She looked so glad, you know. And J guess she did want it fo: she tried to tear it away fromme, an4 then I dodged ’round theroom, so’s she could have some funchasing me.But at last she caught me and tookaway that beautiful newspaper, and— just think—threw it in the waste paper basket. Then she held me downand fastened something around my neck. I didn’t run away. I sat still, wondering what that funny thing was ’round my neck.Then I remembered that newspaper and I wanted It. But when I moved something jingled. I cocked my headand listened and it jingled again. Iwondered where the noise came from, aDd I ran all ’round the room, hunt-111111What the Gold Pleoo Bought*It was a happy day for the little Jacksons, for that very morning father had broken the toy bank and counted all the pennies and nickels, and had taken them down town with him, and at dinner time brought back a beautiful gold piece in their place. And, more than that, mother Bald that, just as soon a3 Hit was quite well again,they would take the gold piece and buy the party. That was what they had wanted for ever so long—a party,with ice cream, you know, and crackers to pull and take out tissue-paper caps. So, of course, they were happy.And Tom and Dlek and Meg andJohnnie-Jump-Up all kissed Hitharder than usual and started off to school again In high glee.Mother was very busy that afternoon. She was packing a box of halfworn clothes to send out west to Uncle Dick's poor people; and while she brushed and folded and smothed little dresses Hit toddled about and reachedfor things she ought not to have She reached for the big vase on the table and Meg’s doll and many other things, but the only thing she got was something round and yellow and not very large; and when mother opened the fat little fist and looked to see what it was, it turned out to be the gold piece.Miss Mehitable Jackson would not give the money up. So mother let her alone, only trying to keep an eye on the young lady and the gold piece, to see that no harm came to either ofthem. The day passed away and after a while the children came trooping home from school. The very first thing they wanted—after being well kissed, of course—was the gold piece that was going to buy the party.’lhen a dreadful th.ng came to lightThe gold piece had disappeared. They searched high and they searched low. Mother shook out Hit’s little skirts and looked carefully under every rugIn the room. But there was no sign*of the money, Then she asked the baby, “Darling, did you put it into the drawer?” and “Did momer’s baby throw the pretty money out of the window?” And to every question Hit would show her tiny teeth in a smile, and answer, ‘‘Yes”—which, you know, was very annoying to the children, they wanted the party so much.When father came home he said hewould buy another toy bank, and theywould start all over again; but they could not quite give up the hope of finding their gold piece, and every few days Meg or Dick or one of the others would insist on turning the rugs all up again or putting Miss Hit through now questions as to where she had put their money But It was always tno 6ame, and they did not learn anything new.It was about a month later when mother got a letter from Uncle Dick about the clotnes for his poor people, bne read the letter through at breakfast; and as she came to the last part she gave a funny little cry, and said: Oh, chwdren. do listen to this.” Every spoon went down into the oatmeal plates, and every child pricked up his ears and listened whilo mother read:And the best of all was the surprise In the pocket of the smallest coat— Meg’s It must have been. If your little ones could have seen tho joy that gold plcco brought, they would have had a pleasuro nothing else can give. Tell them all about It Tell them thelittle coat with the precious money went to a baby girl—a little lame thing whose back has often ached for the easy chair they have given her now. And tell them tne children had a party —all the youngsters from the neighborhood. each one feeling very fine iD something out of the big box And the way those little chaps joined hands and danced about their crippled queen was a uelight to seeThere was a little more about candy and apples the children w'ere so delighted with, and then mother looked arounu at the children a minute, and asked:“Shall I write Uncle Dick It was a mistake? Perhaps the chair has not been bought yet, and we could still get the money and buy the party.Ana such a regular chorus came back, “Oh, no, njother, oh, no,” that Hit took It up, and thumped her spoon against her siher cup to a lively “rat-tat-tat,” and sang “Oh, no, oh, no,” until Jane came in and took her, wriggling and squealing, off to the kitchen—Augusta Kortrecht, In Sunday School Times.Tb© I-ato Queen'* AutoffraphR,Great annoyance has been caused axcourt by recent sales of Queen Victoria’s private letters and autographs of which an immense number have been produced in the open market during the last few' months. It is impossible to understand how such strictly confidential communications as thequeen's private letters to foreign sovereigns and to the Duchess of Gloucester and other members of the royal family can have come to be publicly offered for sale, unless they have somehow passed into tho possession of the servants of the recinients.—LondonWorld
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Branford Opinion
Branford, Connecticut, US
Sat, Nov 09, 1901
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