d was born at Kidderminster in 1795, and
died at Hampstead August 27, 1879, at the age of eighty-four.

WALTER J. LEE.

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.

In answer to your question in the first number of _Young People_,
asking if any one knew the name of the man who first thought of
cheap postage, I would say that it was Sir Rowland Hill, of
England. He died a few months ago at Hampstead, near London, and
was buried in Westminster Abbey.

The answer to your letter puzzle in the same number is
"Longfellow."

F. B. HESSE (11 years old).

Clara S. Gardiner, St. Louis, Missouri, sends a similar reply.

Correct answers to letter puzzle have also been received from Albert E.
Seibert, New York city, and Annie B. Stephens, Elizabeth, New Jersey.
Several correct answers to the mathematical puzzles have been sent in,
and will be published as soon as other correspondents have had time to
try their skill.

* * * * *

LOUIS B. PARSONS, Montclair, New Jersey.--If you will put a very little
oil of cloves, or still better, a few drops of creosote, into your ink,
it will not trouble you by moulding. You should also keep it corked
tight when not in use.

[Continued from No. 3, Page 23.]

THE STORY OF A PARROT.

I soon heard the sound of voices, and in a moment my mistress with the
children entered the room. I greeted them with screams and laughter,
while the whole party stopped in astonishment at the wrecked condition
of the pretty sitting-room.

"Oh, Lorito, you bad, bad boy!" said Louis, shaking his finger at me.

"Oo-oo-oo, bad boy! bad boy!" I screamed, to the great delight of the
children, who forgot in an instant the mischief I had done, and began to
laugh heartily. Seeing my advantage, I kept up a constant rattle of all
the ridiculous nonsense I knew. The wine was still dancing in my head,
and I made a very sorrowful exhibition of myself.

The children's mother soon discovered the empty bowl lying tipped over
on the hearth.

"Poor Lorito is drunk," she said, laughing; "he has swallowed every drop
of the wine. We must not blame him for his naughty actions. He is only a
bird, and has not enough sense to let wine alone."

She then began to lament the loss of my beauty. I was indeed a frightful
object; and when I heard my mistress declare that if I could not be
cleaned I must be turned out of the house, my terror at the thought of
losing wha