icy hand,
"Isn't God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?"

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was smiling clear.

J. T. FIELDS

FUN FOR THE KITTENS.

FUN FOR THE KITTENS.

Our cat she had five little ones,
As every person knew;
Their names were "Flossie," "Snowball," "Smut,"
With "Kit," and little "Mew."

One day on foraging intent,
She leaped upon a cage,
But after sniffing round a while
Vexed thoughts her mind engage.

"How very sad it is," thought she,
"That every single linnet
Has been removed before we came!
The cage has nothing in it!

"However, I have dined to-day,
So now for quiet rest;
My children, you may go and play,
For frolic suits you best."

With folded paws she laid her down,
And meditative look,
While every wicked little cat
Its own diversion took.

Said Snowball to his brother Kit,
"Get out of this—now do;
For Smut and I, we live in here,
And there's no room for you!

"And Smut feels rather sick to-day,
He told me so just now;
So off you go, again I say,
Or there will be a row.

"And Kit, just leave that stick alone;
Come, drop it now at once;
Of all the cats I ever knew
You are the greatest dunce."

Cried little Smut, "Quick, Snowball, quick!
Or you will be too late;
Here's sister Flossie pushing in;
Come quick, and shut the gate."

"How strange it seems, when you and I,
Dear Snowball, are so good,
That other cats should be so pert,
Inquisitive and rude!"

Said mother Puss, "This summer day
I thought to lie at rest,
While my dear children romp and play,
Which seems to suit them best.

"But really, how they snarl and fight,
And kick, and growl, and riot!
Ah, well! when they are old like me
They'll like a little quiet."

TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.

PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.

Tommy Green was a little boy only eight years old when his parents sent him to "boarding school," where he was thrown into the company of boys older than himself. It is strange how most all boys enjoy teasing those who are younger than themselves.

At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room.

"What are you laughing at?", he asked, but the boys only laughed the harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones cried out "Tommy, it's your face."

Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each cheek an enormous dab of red paint.

"Halloo, Green?" shouted one of the boys, "You're red now, ain't you?"

Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some other small boy in a similar manner.

Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly, as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper.

FOND OF CATS.

EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.

Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest respect, was Egypt.

The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town.

Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property.

Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to pieces without trial.

THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.

"ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?"

Dozing, and dozing, and dozing!
Pleasant enough,
Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat.
Delicate stuff!

Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop,
Or light, stealthy tread
Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight