ly said, "There, that'll do. If
you don't mind, you'll throw a fellow down."

T. C.

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CLARENCE AT THE MENAGERIE.

ON the first day of May, Barnum's menagerie came to our town; and
Clarence went with his papa to see the animals. He enjoyed looking at
them all; but most of all he liked the monkeys and the elephants.

He fed the monkeys with candy, and laughed to see them hang by their
tails while they took it from his hand. They ate all the candy he would
give them, and did it in a very funny way.

Clarence's papa said the candy had better be eaten by monkeys than by
boys; but I doubt whether Clarence was of that opinion.

Clarence was afraid of the great elephant when his papa first took him
near it, and hung back when they came within reach of its trunk.

"Why are you afraid of the elephant, Clarence?" asked his papa. "I'm
afraid he will _trunk_ me," said Clarence.

But he soon got over his fear, and was so busy feeding the elephant,
that his papa had to coax him away.

On their way home, Clarence's papa told the little boy some stories
about elephants. Here is one of them:--

A famous elephant, called Jack, was once
travelling with his keeper from Margate to
Canterbury in England, when they came to a
toll-bar. Jack's keeper offered the right toll,
but the toll-bar man would not take it. He
wanted to make them pay more than was right. So
he kept the gate shut. On this the keeper went
through the little foot-gate to the other side
of the bar, calling out, "Come on, Jack!" and
at once the elephant applied his trunk to the
rails of the gate, lifted it from its hinges,
and dashed it to the ground. He then went on
his way, while the toll-bar man stood petrified
to see what a mistake he had made in demanding
an unjust toll from an elephant.

"Now, Clarence," said his papa, "I suppose you would say that the
elephant 'trunked' the toll-gate, and so he did; but, you see, it was
because he did not choose to be imposed upon."

CLARENCE'S PAPA.

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"TOUCH MY CHICKS IF YOU DARE!"

THAT is what the old hen must have said to our little pup Bravo, who,
being three months old, thought he was a match for any chicken or hen in
the whole barnyard. He