h Menagerie Life, and
the Capture and Taming of Wild Beasts for Exhibition, by S.S. Cairns.
Boys Afoot in Italy and Switzerland. The Adventures of two English
boys travelling abroad at an expense of one dollar a day, by Nugent
Robinson.

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Reminiscences and Anecdotes.

Stage-Driver Stories, by Rose Terry Cooke.
Stories of Saddle-Bag Preachers, by H.L. Winckley.
My First Visit to a Newspaper Office, by Murat Halstead.
Queen Victoria's Household and Drawing-Rooms, by H.W. Lucy.
Child Friendships of Charles Dickens, by his Daughter, Mamie
Dickens.
Our Herbariums; Adventures in Collecting Them, by A Young Lady.
My Pine-Apple Farm, with incidents of Florida Life, by C.H. Pattee.
Bigwigs of the English Bench and Bar, by a London Barrister, W.L.
Woodroffe.
At School with Sir Garnet Wolseley, and the Life of a Page of Honor in
the Vice-Regal Court of Dublin, by Nugent Robinson.
Student Waiters. Some Humorous Incidents of a Summer Vacation in the
White Mountains, by Child McPherson.

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HOUSEHOLD.

For nothing lovelier can be found
In woman than to study _household_ good.--_Milton._

THE SCHOOL-MARM'S STORY.

A frosty chill was in the air--
How plainly I remember--
The bright autumnal fires had paled,
Save here and there an ember;
The sky looked hard, the hills were bare,
And there were tokens everywhere
That it had come--November.

I locked the time-worn school-house door,
The village seat of learning.
Across the smooth, well trodden path
My homeward footstep turning;
My heart a troubled question bore,
And in my mind, as oft before,
A vexing thought was burning.

"Why is it up hill all the way?"