ndent on
other fowk to tak' note o' the humour. There's no nane o' us 'at's
lauched at anything you've telt us. But they'll lauch at me. Noo
then," he roared out, "'A pie sat on a pear-tree.'"

We all knew this song of TAMMAS'S. A shout of laughter went up from
the whole gathering. The stranger fell backwards into the sty a
senseless mass.

"Man, man," said HOOKEY to TAMMAS, as we walked home; "what a crittur
ye are! What pit that in your heed?"

"It juist took a grip o' me," replied TAMMAS, without moving a muscle;
"it flashed upon me 'at he'd no stand that auld song. That's where the
humour o' it comes in."

"Ou, ay," added HENDRY, "Thrums is the place for rale humour." On the
whole, I agree with him.

* * * * *

SUGGESTIVE.--_My Musical Experiences_, by BETTINA WALKER, will
probably be followed by _My Eye_, by BETTINA MARTIN.

* * * * *

[Illustration: THE YOUNG SPARK AND THE OLD FLAME.]

_Young Spark_. "TRY ME! YOU'VE TOLERATED THAT FUSTY OLD FOGEY LONG
ENOUGH!"

_Old Flame (aside)_. "FLASHY YOUNG UPSTART!"]

["It is obvious that small tunnels for single lines, of the
usual standard gauge, may be constructed some distance below
the ground, and yet the atmosphere of such tunnels be as pure
as upon a railway on the surface."--_Illustrated London News,
on the City & South London Electric Company_.]

"_Young Spark_" _loquitur_:--

Your arm, my dear Madam! _This_ way, down the lift, Ma'am!
No danger at all, no discomfort, no dirt!
You love Sweetness and Light? They are both in my gift, Ma'am;
I'll prove like a shot what I boldly assert.
Don't heed your Old Flame, Ma'am, he's bitterly jealous,
'Tis natural, quite, with his nose out of joint;
You just let him bluster and blow like old bellows,
And try _me_ instead--_I_ will not disappoint!
Old Flame? He's a very fuliginous "Flame," Ma'am;
I wonder, I'm sure, how you've stood him so long;
He has choked you for years--'tis a thundering shame, Ma'am!
High time the Young Spark put a term to his wrong.
Just look at me! Am I not trim, smart, and sparkling,
As clean as a pin, and as bright as a star?
Compare me with him, who stands scowling and darkling!
So gazed the old gallant on Young LOCHINVAR.

He's ugly and huffy, and smoky, and stuffy,
And pokey, and chokey, and black as my hat.
As wooer he's dull, for his breath s