sun's looking-glass, in which we see his image or
reflection.

But we cannot at all times see the whole of it. When we do, we call it a
full moon, and, when we see only the edge of it, we say it is a new
moon. The moon itself does not change its shape. It is always round,
like an orange--a dark round ball, which we should never see at all, if
the sun did not light it up for us; and it is only a part of the time we
can see the side which is lighted up.

Which do you suppose is the larger,--the moon, or the stars? Now I know
you will say the moon, because it looks so much larger; but you must
remember that the stars are so far away, we can hardly see them at all,
and the moon is our own moon, and much nearer to us than our own sun.

We can see more of it than we can see of the stars; but it is a very
small thing indeed, compared with one of them. It would take about fifty
moons to make one such earth as we live on, and it would take more
earths than you can count to make one star or sun.

M. E. R.

THE ROBBERY.

I MUST tell you of something that happened one day last summer, when I
was at the Zooelogical Garden in Philadelphia.

Among the persons standing around the cage where the monkeys were kept,
was an old lady who had on a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. All at
once, a big brown monkey stretched out his paw between the bars,
snatched the spectacles, and scampered away, chattering and grinning
with delight.

Of course, the poor lady was in distress. The keeper came to the rescue,
and, by driving the monkey about the cage with a long pole, forced him
at last to drop the spectacles. But one of the glasses had come out of
it; and this the thief still held in his mouth, and refused to give up.

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The keeper followed him sharply with the pole. Away he went, swinging
from one rope to another, screaming and scolding all the time, until the
keeper was so tired, that I feared he would have to let the monkey keep
the glass. But this the keeper said would never do; for he knew, that,
if he let the monkey carry the day, he never could control him again.

So the keeper still plied his pole. The monkey dodged it as well as he
could, until the blows came so thick and fast, that he could bear them
no longer, when he opened his mouth, and let the glass drop.

Now comes the funniest part of the story. The glass fell quite near the
bars, just wher