as a spanked
lobster, and the way she sung that old hymn was a caution. With a sweet
tremulo she sung, "A Charge to Keep I Have," and the congregation was
almost melted to tears.

As she stopped, while the organist got in a little work, she turned her
head, opened her mouth and blew out her breath with a "whoosh," to cool
her mouth. The audience saw her wipe a tear away, but did not hear the
sound of her voice as she "whooshed." She wiped out some of the pepper
with her handkerchief and sang the other verses with a good deal of
fervor, and the choir sat down, all of the members looking at the
soprano.

She called for water. The noble tenor went and got it for her, and after
she had drank a couple of quarts, she whispered to him: "Young man, I
will get even with you for that peppermint candy if I have to live a
thousand years, and don't you forget it," and then they all sat down
and looked pious, while the minister preached a most beautiful sermon
on "Faith." We expect that tenor will be blowed through the roof some
Sunday morning, and the congregation will wonder what he is in such a
hurry for.

SENSE IN LITTLE BUGS.

There is a cockroach that makes his home on our desk that has got more
sense than a delinquent subscriber. He--if it is a he one; we are not
clear as to that--comes out and sits on the side, of the paste-dish, and
draws in a long breath. If the paste is fresh he eats it, and wiggles
his polonaise as much as to thank us, and goes away refreshed. If
the paste is sour, and smells bad, he looks at us with a mournful
expression, and goes away looking as though it was a mighty mean trick
to play on a cockroach, and he runs about as though he was offended.
When a package of wedding cake is placed on the desk he is the first one
to find it out, and he sits and waits till we cut the string, when he
goes into it and walks all over the cake till he strikes the bridal
cake, when he gets onto it, stands on his head and seems to say, "Yum,
yum," and is tickled as a girl with a fresh beau.

There is human nature in a cockroach. When a man comes in and sits
around with no business, on our busy day, and asks questions, and stays
and keeps us from working, the cockroach will come out and sit on the
inkstand and look across at the visitor as much as to say:

"Why don't you go away about your business and leave the poor man alone,
so he can get out some copy, and not keep us all standing around here
doing nothi