hat some of the stars are bigger than
this earth, how do they not keep the rain off?"

"I say, father," asked a little fellow as he raised his eyes off his
home lesson, "Who invented the multiplication table?" "Oh, I don't
know," he was answered; "it was invented long ago; why?"

"Well, I was thinking if the gentleman that invented it didn't know it
already, he must have had a tough job; and if he did know it, what was
the good of him inventing it at all?" It was a cloudy and moonless
night when a little fellow was taken out by his mother, who went to call
for a friend. "Mamma," he exclaimed, looking up, "I expect God's been
very busy this evening, for I see He has forgotten to hang the stars
out."

She was a very small Miss who went to church alone one day, where an
organ had recently been introduced. As she stood gazing about just
within the door, an elder approached, and asked where she would prefer
to sit. "Well," she said pertly, "if there's a monkey, I would like to
be near the organ; but if there's no' a monkey, I'll just sit ony
place."

A pretty good story is related of one of Governor Tilton's staff. It is
said that when the individual referred to first presented himself _en
militaire_ to his wife and little daughter, the latter, after gazing at
him for a few minutes, turned to her mother, and exclaimed: "Why, Ma,
that's not a real soldier--it's Pa!" Equally observant was another
youngster, who was sent by his parent to take a letter to the
post-office and pay the postage on it. The boy returned highly elated,
and said: "Father, I seed a lot of men putting letters in a little
place; and when no one was looking, I slipped yours in for nothing." We
hardly know whether the father would laugh or storm over this
unconscious attempt to defraud the revenue. But no matter.

Two little London girls who had been sent by the kindness of the vicar's
wife to have "a happy day in the country," narrating their experiences
on their return, said, "Oh, yes, mum, we did 'ave a happy day. We saw
two pigs killed and a gentleman buried."

It is the rare that fascinates. Many years ago, I was living in a house
where, on an evening, a little Miss was toiling over her school-lesson,
and declaiming loudly, "The--sow--has--pigs." Being a city child, I
wondered whether she knew of what she was reading, and asked, "Did you
ever see a sow and pigs, Mary?" "No," she replied smartly, "but when I
was going to the school the day, I saw