ugh to perceive his superiority, and will treat him
accordingly,--perhaps make a Prince or President of him. He will come
among them as a distinguished stranger,--a travelled adventurer."

This consoled and determined me. I put on my cloak and hood, and set
out at once, for fear I should lose courage. I ran all the way,
talking to my funny little pet, and saying, I doubt not, many silly
things, but which, I am sure, went no further.

When I came to the bank of the stream, I thought perhaps he would hop
in of his own accord. I bade him farewell, and held him out over the
water. But I suppose it looked big and dreary to him, for he did not
stir. I even fancied that he looked at me reproachfully for thinking
that he would be so willing to leave me. I was obliged to give him a
toss, and the next instant he disappeared forever under the dark,
wintry waters, among the reeds and rushes.

So now you know all I know about My Pet from the Clouds.

A CHARADE.

FOR WILLIE WINKIE

So Will, my lad, you beg that I'll
Concoct you a charade;
Well, dear, here goes: My _first_ is first
Your favorite little maid;
The hearts of roses too are it,
And vine-blooms under which I sit;

And childhood's dreams, and sinless thoughts,
And tones attuned to love,
"The uses of adversity,"
The cooings of the dove,
And Lilly's eyes, and Kitty's lips,
And Tommy's 'lassed finger-tips.

My _second_ was the royal name
Of England's conquering foe.
Who set his foot on Saxon necks
Eight hundred years ago;
The name too of a poet-king,
Who still rules many a land;
No soldier he, but a knightlier soul
Did ne'er shake spear or brand.

My _whole_ is no exotic rare,
A common flower found everywhere;
In form 't is somewhat like the pink,
But its scent is finer, I declare,
Than musk, or your patchouli.
You 've guessed it now, I really think,
So I'll refrain from wasting ink.
Sweet Will, I am
Yours truly,
GRACE GREENWOOD.

THE TWO GEORGES.

A TRAGEDY.

The summer that I was eight years old I went to school, at our little
brown country schoolhouse, alone; my elder sister going to a select
school in the village, where she actually studied grammar and wrote
compositions! Our school-mistress was Miss Grey, quite a pretty young
lady, but folks said not a good teacher. They said she had "no
government," and certainly we had a very easy ti