So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the forest. "It won't take long to see him off, I expect," Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. "There he goes! Right on his head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily that comes of having so many things hung round the horse." So she went on talking to herself as she watched the horse walking leisurely along the road, and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER THE sun was shining on the sea, He did his very best to make The moon was shining sulkily, The sea was wet as wet could be, The Walrus and the Carpenter But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more The Walrus and the Carpenter And then they rested on a rock And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. "The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things; Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax I wish you were not quite so deaf "It seems a shame," the Walrus said, After we've brought them out so far, "I weep for you," the Walrus said: With sobs and tears he sorted out "O Oysters," said the Carpenter, JABBERWOCKY 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: And as in uffish thought he stood, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, One, two! One, two! And through and through He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves All mimsy were the borogoves, ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY ALICE CARY. Born near Cincinnati, Ohio, April 20, 1820; died in New York, February 12, 1871. Her sister, PHOEBE CARY, was born September 4, 1824, and died at Newport, Rhode Island, July 31, 1871. In the affectionate memory of the American people, they have a most honored place. They were sweet-spirited, hopeful, charitable, and nature-loving. Their graphic "Pictures of Country Life" at "Clovernook," their "Ballads,” "Lyrics," "Snow Berries," and "Hymns," made for them in the world of appreciative readers a host of friends. (The following selections are used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, the publishers.) AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE Он, good painter, tell me true, Has your hand the cunning to draw Woods and cornfields, a little brown, The picture must not be overbright, |