"Jack!--was a-comin'--to meet you-at the prison gates. They told me-where-you was caged, and I walked across-the Park,-an' I rested 'ere, becos-Igot tired, an'-so weak-an' I think I fell asleep. JackJack-do you hear the bells-the Christmas bells?" "Yes, Charlie; 'tis Christmas morning." 66 Jack, tell me-once more-1 -the tale you 'eard-in the 'orspital-about the Woman an'-the Child.” An' I told 'im. The little 'ands on the cage loosed their clutch, an' down it fell. As it fell, the door come open, an' up, up, through the snow went Charlie's bird. An' up through the snow-free at last-went the soul of little Charlie, up to the child Jesus. Down on my knees I fell, an' one 'and I raised towards the little flyin' bird, an' one 'and I laid on Char lie's white brow. An' I cried, "Flown-together." LOVE'S STRATEGY.-R. S. SHARPE, I read of the Emperor Conrad the Third, As it may not have happened to come in your way, "The city of Wensburg I mean to besiege," He said, and his soldiers said, " Do you, my liege? I can't avoid saying, I think it a pity A king should seek fame by destroying a city; And how it deranges the city's affairs! Think of peaceable citizens all at their duties, Their wives at their needlework (bless 'em, the beauties!) To be frightened, and have the house broken to bits, And, may be, the little ones thrown into fits, For the purpose of raising an emperor's fame: You will pardon, I trust, this parenthesis long, The firing continued, the famine began, That Conrad would conquer, the ladies knew then, So their tongues and their heads then together they laid, They remained full two hours in close consultation No, bless their kind hearts! not a word let us hear "Yes, dear little creatures," the emperor said; "To be sure! let each load both her back and her head; All shall pass unmolested -I sign the decree." In beautiful order the army arrayed In two lines a magnificent spectacle made; The gates were thrown wide, the procession began, 'Twas her husband, her person thus proud to bedeck, "Tis said that the emperor melted to tears At the sight of these ladies thus saving their dears; AND THE BAND PLAYED.-MAURICE E. MCLAUGHLIN 'Twas at a ball they met one night; And when he ventured to request She acquiesced so charmingly, With such a well-pleased glance, And while he “autographed” her card And then, when in the mazy waltz He pressed, and watched the blushes come He felt as though he'd like to make The maiden his for aye. "But how?" he pondered, and the band Played "Love Will Find the Way." The dance being over they sat down And every topic they discussed She seemed to have down "pat." His brain just whirled with delight, And while he sat enraptured, thrilled, The band played "Love's Young Dream." The time flew by; he took no note Of how the hours went; He only felt a sense of joy, Of peace and great content; He then and there made up his mind To make her his forever, And while she smiled her sweetest smile The band played "Now or Never." They strolled together, arm in arm, Mid flowering plant and rustling leaves, He told her how he loved her, and He said, "Oh, will you be my own And shall we drift, dear, hand in hand, She smiled again, the same sweet smile, Then said, "I'll be-a sister-" and THE MENDED VASE.-WILLIAM R. SIMS. A beautiful, delicate, fragile vase, The fruit of a mould that was quaint and olden, It flashed with the charm of a subtle grace, And gleamed with a light that was rich and golden. A blundering hand and a careless blow And the fragile form is crushed and shattered; Its charm and its graces are lying low, In a thousand fragments scattered. And never again while the world shall stand Can the wrong of that reckless blow be righted; Ah! never, not e'en by an artist's hand, Can the scattered fragments be united. Go, paste them into their former shape, The scars on the surface will still show traces, And what is my life but a crystal vase That an awkward blow has shattered and broken? Its former beauty no touch may retrace, And the wreck of its richness is only a token. The pieces are fitted together again, But the tone and the color are all unblended; I feel, with the pang of a nameless pain, ers. RAISING A BEARD. As the time for cold weather approached, Mr. Austin, who had never allowed nature to have its way in adorn ing his face with a beard, save on his upper lip, decided to eschew shaving and raise a beard. For once he decided to give the wind a chance to blow through his whiskHis acquaintance among men was extensive, and as he thought them over he was surprised to remember how many of them wore full beards. If there was any reason why he should not indulge his whiskers and wear a full beard, he was not aware of it. To be sure, he never before attempted a full beard, and so much greater the reason why he should try it. Fully set in his purpose, he withheld his hand and let the stubble revel on his chin. For a few days no one took any notice of his face; then a friend handed him ten cents one morning. "What's this for?" asked Austin. "To get a shave with; you need it," was the reply. "Thanks," he replied, handing it back, "I'm letting them grow. "Oh, excuse me, old man." Austin was compelled to refuse several dimes from facetious friends during the next few days, until it was becoming rather tiresome, and he determined to shut off the fun in some way. To the next friend who offered him a dime to get a shave with he replied: "Thank you, I don't want a shave; I'm letting them grow; but this will do for a cigar." The joker laughed, but it was a short staccato laugh, devoid of genuine mirth, and Austin pocketed the silver. After he had pocketed several dimes offered by humorists, they became somewhat discouraged and ceased joking in that line. All the time, however, the beard was growing and another crop of whiskers coming on. As soon as it was plainly apparent that it was a grow-asyou-please on Austin's face the friend who had been |