A "ROUND TRIP."

AT Tiredville the trip begins,
We soon reach Drowsy Center;
The gates of Sleepyland we push
Apart and slowly enter.

Within are dreams of every kind,

And naps of every nation ;

We must take care, or nightmares mad

Will chase us from the station.

But when we've once reached Slumbertown

We've no more need to worry:

The journey back to Wide-Awake
We take in quite a hurry.

JULIE M. LIPPMANN.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

THE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the moon above,
And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love!
What a beautiful Pussy you are,—

You are,

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl,

You elegant fowl!
How wonderful sweet you sing!

O let us be married,—too long we have tarried

But what shall we do for a ring?

They sailed away for a year and a day

"

To the land where the Bong-tree grows,

And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood
With a ring in the end of his nose,—
His nose,

With a ring in the end of his nose.

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Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined upon mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,

And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,-

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

EDWARD LEAR.

THE STORY OF GRUMBLE TONE.

THERE was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran

away to sea.

"I'm sick of things on land," he said, as sick as I can be !

A life upon the bounding wave will suit a lad like me!"

The seething ocean billow failed to stimulate his

mirth,

For he did not like the vessel, nor the dizzy rolling berth,

And he thought the sea was almost as unpleasant as the earth.

He wandered into foreign lands, he saw each wondrous sight,

But nothing that he heard or saw seemed just exactly right.

And so he journeyed on and on, still seeking for delight.

He talked with kings and ladies fair, he dined in courts, they say,

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But always found the people dull, and longed to

get away

To search for that mysterious land where he should like to stay.

He wandered over all the world, his hair grew white as snow,

He reached the final bourne at last, where all of us

must go,

But never found the land he sought. The reason would you know?

The reason was that, north or south, where'er his steps were bent,

On land or sea, in court or hall, he found but discontent;

For he took his disposition with him everywhere

he went.

From "

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Beautiful Land of Nod."

Published by W. B. Conkey Company.