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Then holding fast his prize, the swimmer

Was safely landed ; cheer on cheer
Broke through the night; hurrah, brave captain,

Fearless of death and tempest drear !
The bravest heart has kindliest pulses,

By gentle souls great deeds are done ;
The tender-hearted Scottish laddie
And the brave mariner were one.

LOUISA BIGG.

JIMMY BROWN'S SISTER'S WEDDING.

SUE
VUE ought to have been married a long while ago.

That's what everybody says who knows her. She has been engaged to Mr. Travers for three years, and has had to refuse lots of offers to go to the circus with other young men.

I have wanted her to get married, so that I could go and live with her and Mr. Travers. When I think that if it hadn't been for a mistake I made she would have been married yesterday, I find it dreadfully hard to be resigned. But we ought always to be resigned to everything when we can't help it.

Before I go any further I must tell about my printing-press. It belonged to Tom McGinnis, but he got tired of it and sold it to me real cheap. He was going to exchange it for a bicycle, a St. Bernard dog, and twelve good books, but he finally let me have it for a dollar and a half.

It prints beautifully, and I have printed cards for ever so many people, and made three dollars and seventy cents already. I thought it would be nice to be able to print circus bills in case Tom and I should ever have another circus, so I sent to the city and bought some type more than an inch high, and some beautiful yel

low paper.

Last week it was finally agreed that Sue and Mr. Travers should be married without waiting any longer. You should have seen what a state of mind she and mother were in. They did nothing but buy new clothes, and sew, and talk about the wedding all day long. Sue was determined to be married in church, and to have six bridemaids and six bridegrooms, and flowers and music and all sorts of things. The only thing that troubled her was making up her mind who to invite. Mother wanted her to invite Mr. and Mrs. McFadden and the seven McFadden girls, but Sue said they had insulted her, and she couldn't bear the idea of asking the McFadden tribe. Everybody agreed that old Mr. Wilkinson, who once came to a party at our house with one boot and one slipper, couldn't be invited; but it was decided that every one else that was on good terms with our family should have an invitation.

Sue counted up all the people she meant to invite, and there was nearly three hundred of them. You would hardly believe it, but she told me that I must carry around all the invitations and deliver them myself. Of course I couldn't do this without neglecting my

studies and losing time, which is always precious, so I thought of a plan which would save Sue the trouble of directing three hundred invitations and save me from wasting time in delivering them. I got to work with my printing-press, and printed a

splendid big bills about the wedding. When they were printed I cut a lot of small pictures of animals and ladies riding on horses out of some old circus bills and pasted them on the wedding bills. They were perfectly gorgeous, and you could see them four or five rods off. When they were all done I made some paste in a tin pail, and went out after dark and pasted them in good places all over the village.

The next afternoon father came into the house looking very stern, and carrying one of the wedding bills in his hand. He handed it to Sue and said : Susan, what does this mean? These bills are posted all over the village, and there are crowds of people reading them.” Sue read the bill, and then she gave an awful shriek, and fainted away, and I hurried down to the post-office to see if the mail had come in. This is what was on the wedding bills, and I am sure it was spelled all right: Miss Susan Brown announces that she will marry

Mr. James Travers
at the Church next Thursday at half-past seven, sharp.

All the Friends of the Family

With the exception of
the McFadden tribe and old Mr. Wilkinson

are invited.
Come early and bring

Lots of Flowers.

Now what was there to find fault with in that? It was printed beautifully, and every word was spelled right, with the exception of the name of the church, and I didn't put that in because I wasn't quite sure how to spell it. The bill saved Sue all the trouble of sending out invitations, and it said everything that anybody could want to know about the wedding. Any other girl but Sue would have been pleased, and would have thanked me for all my trouble, but she was as angry as if I had done something real bad. Mr. Travers was almost as angry as Sue, and it was the first time he was ever angry with me. I am afraid now that he won't let me ever come and live with him. He hasn't said a word about my coming since the wedding bills were put up. As for the wedding, it has been put off, and Sue says she will go to New York to be married, for she would die if she were to have a wedding at home after that boy's dreadful conduct. What is worse, I am to be sent away to boarding-school, and all because I made a mistake in printing the wedding bills without first asking Sue how she would like to have them printed.

GOING FOR THE COWS.

THE
THE western skies were all aglow

With clouds of red and gray ;
The crickets in the grassy fields

Were chirping merrily,
When

up

the lane and o'er the hill
I saw a maiden roam,
Who went her way at close of day
To call the cattle home :

Co-boss-co-boss!
Co-boss-co-boss !
Come home-come home!

The echo of her charming voice

Resounded through the vale;
It lingered on the evening air,

It floated on the gale;

'Twas borne along the mountain side,

It drifted through the glen;
It died away among the hills,
Far from the haunts of men :

Co-boss-co-boss !
Co-boss-co-boss!
Come home-come home!

Her face was flushed with hues of health,

Her arms and feet were bare ;
She had a lithe and active form,

A wealth of raven hair.
Beyond the hill she passed from sight,

As sinks a falling star,
Until her voice was faintly heard
Still calling from afar:

Co-boss-co-boss!
Co-boss-co-boss!
Come home-come home!

Soon o'er the distant knoll appeared

The cattle, red and brown,
And from the pasture to the lane

Came gayly trotting down;
With sparkling eyes and cheeks aglow

Returned the maiden gay,
Who waved her arms and shouted low :
Whay-boss—whay-boss-O whay!

Whay-boss—whay-boss !
Whay-boss—whay-boss!
O whay-0 whay!

EUGENE HALL

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