abreast, like two ponies. When their master whistles, they turn round,
and come back.

Sometimes they are harnessed to a little wagon; and the children take
turns in having a ride. The dogs seem to enjoy it as much as the
children. They are impatient to start; but they wait for each other to
be harnessed: they are not in quite such a hurry as the dog in the
following picture.

GERTIE ADAMS.

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MISTRESS MOUSE.

MISTRESS MOUSE
Built a house
In mamma's best bonnet.
All the cats
Were catching rats,
And didn't light upon it.

At last they found it,
And around it
Sat watching for the sinner;
When, strange to say,
She got away,
And so they lost their dinner.

THE NAPOLEON VIOLETS.

THERE are three profiles of famous persons to be found among the
outlines of this picture, which was drawn as long ago as the year 1815.
One of the profiles is of Napoleon Bonaparte, a great soldier, who made
himself emperor of France; another profile is of his wife, Marie Louise;
and another of his son, Napoleon Francis Charles Joseph Bonaparte,
styled King of Rome, and by his father proclaimed Emperor of the French,
under the title of Napoleon II., in the year 1815, when he was only
about four years old.

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Owing to the defeats and disappointments of his father, the child
Napoleon never actually became either King of Rome, or Emperor of
France. He died in the year 1832, in Austria, where his grandfather was
emperor.

Now, which of our readers will be able to discover the three portraits
hidden in this symbolical bunch of violets?

"Oh, dear! What a big word is this! What does Uncle Charles mean by
_symbolical_?" I fancy some of my little friends will exclaim. Well,
then, a _symbol_ is merely a sign, or mark, by which one knows a thing.
When you see an umbrella in a man's hand, it is a symbol, or sign, that
he expects a shower. So the profiles in this bunch of violets make it
_symbolical_; that is, suggestive of a family group, who, it was hoped,
would be renewed like the violets, and once more fill a large space in
the history of France.

UNCLE CHARLES.

THE LIFE OF A SPARROW.

BY HIMSELF.

I AM a very old sparrow, but not so old that I cannot