them, he cried out, imitating his master's
tones, "Finette, attention! Ami, make ready!" Whereupon Ami stood up on
his hind-legs, straight as a sentinel; while Finette hurried up,
expecting to have something thrown for him to bring back.

There stood and stood the poor simpletons, steadfastly looking up, while
Master Poll cried sternly all the while, "Ami, make ready! Finette,
attention!" Finette became almost wild with eagerness; and poor Ami
could hardly stand on his hind-legs any longer.

At last the master came home, and put an end to the torture of the
poor dogs.

The moral of my story is this: whenever a simpleton puts on airs and
plays the master, there are always other simpletons ready to obey
his commands.

VICTOR BLUTHGEN.

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CATSKILL-MOUNTAIN HOUSE.

My little friend Mabel is passing the summer amid the Catskill
Mountains. These mountains are in the State of New York, on the west
side of the Hudson River.

Round Top and High Peak, two of the highest summits, are about
thirty-eight hundred feet above the level of the sea. They are well
covered with forests, and in autumn, when the leaves begin to change,
they make a very brilliant show.

The Catskill-Mountain House is finely situated on a rocky terrace,
twenty-two hundred feet above the river. It is twelve miles from the
village of Catskill, and is much resorted to in the summer season.

The prospect from this house is quite extensive. Mabel writes me that
the view of the sunrise is grand; the air is cool and bracing; and the
sight of the tops of trees rolling below, like a sea, for miles and
miles, is a thing to remember.

ANNA LIVINGSTON.

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SLEEPING IN THE SUNSHINE.

[Illustration: Music]

Words by MATTHIAS BARR. Music by ROBERT MILLS.

1.

Sleeping in the sunshine,
Fie, fie, fie!
While the birds are soar-ing,
High, high, high!
While the birds are op'-ning sweet
And the blossoms at your feet,
Look a smil-ing face to greet.
Fie, fie, fie!

2.

Sleeping in the sunshine,
Fie, fie, fie!
While the bee goes humming,
By, by, by!
Is there no small task for you,--
Nought for lit-tle hands to do;
Shame to sleep the morning through!
Fie, fie, fie!

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VIOLET TOILET WATER.

CASHMERE BOUQUET EXTRACT.

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