t the Yankee sparrows here;
That we make havoc in the spring
With all the sweet-pea's blossoming:
Still throw us out a crumb or two,
And, as you would be done by, do.

We're not as bad as they declare,
O girls and boys of Chester Square!
Be sure some little good we do,
Even though we pilfer buds a few.
Don't grudge them, since your trees we clear
Of vermin that would cost you dear:
So throw us out a crumb or two,
And, as you would be done by, do.

Dear girls and boys of Chester Square,
We, too, partake the Father's care;
And to your kindly hearts he sends
The impulse that our race befriends:
We know that you, while Winter reigns,
For our relief will take some pains;
Will throw us out a crumb or two,
And, as you would be done by, do.

EMILY CARTER.

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MY DOG JACK.

I WANT to tell the readers of "The Nursery" about my dog. My mamma
bought him for me when he was very young. He is a Newfoundland dog, and
is very large. He is black, with a white face and neck. His name is
Jack.

Jack is very useful in keeping tramps out of our orchard, and is also
very kind and playful. I do not like to play with him; for he is so
rough, that he sometimes tumbles me over, and hurts me: but I have a
good time with him in other ways.

He draws me about in a little cart into which I harness him. He minds a
pull on the reins, and will go just as I wish him to. But he will insist
on chasing pigs whenever he sees them. He does not like pigs.

One day, when I was harnessing him, he spied a pig, and away he ran
after it--cart and all. He broke one wheel of the cart, and came back
panting and wagging his tail, as if he had done something good; but I
scolded him well.

Jack will sit on his hind-legs, and catch bits of bread or cake in his
mouth when I throw them to him. One summer, we went to the seashore, and
took him with us. He is a splendid swimmer; and when we took a stick,
and threw it into the water, he would plunge through the waves, and
bring it back in his mouth.

Sometimes an old fisherman took me out sailing, and as there was not
room in the boat for Jack, the good old dog would lie on the wharf and
wait patiently till I came back. When he saw the boat c