"Ah, but you are not pretty in the face," said Rose Pink, maliciously.

"Beauty is only skin deep," said Jane, and there she spoke the truth.

"Tra-la-la!" sang the sailor boy, and as he danced by he trod on Rose Pink's toe.

"Get out of the way, you ill-mannered fellow!" she screamed.

Now the sailor boy had stepped on her toe out of pure love, because he wanted to see her laugh, she had such a pretty mouth; but when he heard her speak so angrily, he made up a saucy face at her, and threw a kiss to little Jane. Rose Pink pouted and turned her back upon him.

"Bow, wow, wow!" barked the little black dogs on the pen-wipers.

"Tra-la-la!" sang the sailor boy, waving his

eap.

"How vulgar" murmured Rose Pink, but Jane thought it was very pleasant. Only the little porcelain doll kept perfectly still; she did not know much, so she was afraid to talk, she only laughed.

"It is all very well," said the kind old moon, winking at them, "but you'll be singing another tune when I come to see you a month from now. Then you will see the world as it is!"

Sure enough! next morning when the minister's wife opened the door, there lay the four dolls just where she left them, as still as mice, and no one would have dreamed how they had talked all night. Then they were taken out to be sold.

The little porcelain doll was bought to be given to a baby, and that just suited her, for she did not know anything but to roll over and laugh.

The sailor boy went among a whole family of children, where he danced more than he wanted to, for he danced one of his legs off.

Rose Pink was bought by a haughty lady in silk and velvet, and given to her little daughter who wore silk and velvet too, and a great white ostrich feather.

"This is quite as it should be," thought Rose Pink to herself, and she looked around to see if Jane noticed her; but Jane had no eyes for anybody just then she was being hugged so tight in a little girl's arms, for Jane too had found her mistress.

Then real life commenced. Rose Pink wore all her dresses in turn every day for a week, and was put to bed in her ruffled nightgown at night. There were three or four other dolls in the same house, but they were grow

ing faded. Not one was so pretty as Rose Pink, not one had such beautiful clothes, so she was very much admired. She went out riding too in her own carriage, but she trembled every time she was put in it, for her little mistress did not draw it very carefully, and now and then Rose Pink fell out at the crossings. And she almost always fell on her

face.

Sometimes Jane came to see her, for the two little girls who owned the dolls were cousins. Jane always wore the same dress, but she was light-hearted as ever; nothing ever troubled her, not even when she lay on her own foot all night.

One day their mistresses left them in a chair together, while they ran off to dinner, so the dolls had a chance for a confidential talk. Rose Pink looked very sad, and there were tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter, my dear?" asked Jane. "O, don't you see! My nose is ruined. I fell on it this morning, and it is perfectly flat!"

"So is mine!" said Jane, laughing. “I fall on mine a dozen times a day. I rather like it now I am used to it!"

"That is very strange!" replied Rose Pink, "but look at my dress. This is my ball dress, and I have had it on three days! I should have worn my cambric instead. Now this is torn and tumbled, and it never will be fit to wear to a ball!"

"Never mind!" said the contented Jane. "I never had my dress changed in my life, and I wore this to a tea-party one day, and it did very well.”

"O dear, I have been to no tea-parties!" sighed Rose Pink, and she grew more and more disconsolate.

And so life went on. Rose Pink had all that heart could wish, but there was some new grievance every day, and her little mistress grew careless, and hardly ever put her to bed.

One day a cruel blow fell. Rose Pink's mistress came in from a shopping expedition, and in her arms she brought a great wax-doll A wax-doll, twice as large as poor Rose Pink, with a lovely pure complexion, and long curls of truly hair, shiny as gold. She was dressed as a bride in white silk, and she had a veil. Now poor Rose Pink might hide in a corner and weep, no one would care; there were no thoughts to spare on anything but the new wax-doll. She looked languidly at Rose Pink, and then shut her blue eyes as if she were

sleepy. Shut her eyes! That was hardest of all to bear-no matter how Rose Pink felt, her eyes always stared straight ahead. And here was this lovely rival, who could open and shut her eyes as fast as her mistress.

There was a party made for the wax-doll, and Jane was invited. Rose Pink's spirits rose a little when she found she was to wear her embroidered Swiss muslin. It fitted her nicely, and she felt almost happy for a moment, till her thoughtless mistress stood her up exactly opposite a little mirror in the playhouse. There she had to see her own face reflected the whole time-her own face, not so clean as it once was, and the nose looking flat and dingy. That was so mortifying.

In came Jane, all smiles, in her old merino. She had lost one of her shoes, and her head was not quite firm on her shoulders, but she took that for quite a good joke, and laughed over her bare foot. O, she knew how to be a doll after one's own heart, and the more battered she grew, the more her mistress hugged her.

"I don't see, Jane," said Rose Pink, "how you can be so gay. Life is very hard, and I have a great mind to jump into the fire!"

"Onever!" exclaimed Jane, "there is much to live for yet. We can enjoy a frolic better every day, for every day we have less good looks to spoil. I think I should not mind going out in the rain just to see how it would seem."

"O dreadful!" murmured Rose Pink.

And so the world went on. Rose Pink grew daily more dispirited, but she could never quite make up her mind to jump into the fire. Her only comfort was in complaining to Jane.

One evening they lay together on the window-sill, and the great round moon rose up and looked at them.

"Aha, my children," it said, "you know now what life is! No beds of down, but rough and tumble. I told you so, I told you 80!"

Rose Pink sighed mournfully, but Jane looked up and laughed in the moon's face!

This is a capital game for boys to play in the woods. What connection the name has with the sport we cannot see, but the sport is one full of wholesome exercise and merriment, and presents no objectionable feature.

A place in the grove is selected, called the goal. A high rock or a conspicuous tree is usually chosen. One of the players, called the catcher, remains at the goal, while the

others go and hide. When they are hid they shout:

"Blank, blank bladder!"

The catcher cautiously goes in pursuit. It is the object of the players to avoid discovery, and, at a favorable moment, run and touch the goal. It is the aim of the catcher to touch those whom he discovers before they can reach the goal. If he succeeds in touching any before they touch the goal, the one or ones touched must assist him in finding the hiding-places of the others, and in endeavoring to touch those who are discovered before they reach the goal. All that are touched by the catcher and by those he has caught, must assist in finding the others, and the last one

tagged becomes the catcher in the next game. The players may leave their hiding-places when they choose, and may use such strategems as may enable them to elude the catchers and safely reach the goal.

Some of the players, when the bounds of the play-ground are large, are apt to find hiding-places not readily discovered, and such are liable to be chased, at last, by the full company of catchers. When this is the case, the race for the goal is very exciting.

The limits to which the players may go ought always to be determined before the play begins.

Few plays will wear better than this, and in the whole range of games that has come under our notice, we know of none that affords so much unexceptionable sport.

Near Bangor, Maine, a blackbird has taken up his quarters among a flock of sheep. He hops from the back of one to that of another during the day, picking out the ticks, and at night perches on a rafter of the shed in which the flock are housed.

HINTS FOR HOUSEKEEPERS.-If the covers of sofas and chairs are dirty, they may be cleansed without being removed, by first washing them over with warm water and soap, rubbed over them with a flannel; then, before they are dry, sponge them over with a strong solution of salt and water, in which a small quantity of gall has been mixed. The windows of the room should be opened, so as to secure a perfect drying, and the colors and freshness of the articles will be restored. Floor-cloths may be cleaned with a mixture of magnesia, only milk-warm, followed by warm water, in the same manner that carpets are cleaned. They should be rubbed with a dry flannel till nearly dried, then again wet over with a sponge dipped in milk, and immediately dried and rubbed with a flannel till the polish is restored. This is a process much to be preferred to that of rubbing the cloth with wax, which leaves it sticky and liable to retain dust and dirt for a long time. Very hot water should never be used in cleaning floor-cloths, as it brings off the paint. Cleaning mirrors and polished steel articles is an easy operation when rightly understood. The greatest care should be taken in cleaning a mirror to use only the softest articles, lest the glass should be scratched. It should first be dusted with a feather brush, then washed over with a sponge dipped in spirits to remove the fly-spots; after this it should be dusted with the powder-blue in a thin muslin bag, and finally polished with an old silk handkerchief. Polished steel articles, if rubbed every morning with leather, will not become dull or rusty; but if the rust has been suffered to gather, it must be immediately removed by covering the steel with sweet oil, and allowing it to remain on for two days; then sprinkle it over with finely-powdered, unslaked lime, and rub it with polishing leather.

BOUILLON-Is the common soup of France, and is in use in almost every French family. Put into an earthen stock-pot in the proportion of one pound of beef to one quart of cold water. Place it on the side of the fire, and let it become slowly hot. By so doing, the fibre of the meat is enlarged, the gelatine is dissolved, and the savorous parts of the meat are diffused through the broth. When the object is simply to make a good, pure-flavored beef broth, part of the shin or leg will answer the purpose, adding some vegetables, and letting it stew four or five hours; but if the meat is to be eaten, the rump or leg-of-mutton piece should be used.

BEEFSTEAK PIE.-Procure two pounds of rumpsteaks, which cut into slices half an inch thick, and season well with pepper and alt; dip each piece into flour, and lay them in a small pie-dish, finishing the top in the form of a dome; add a wineglassful of water, then have ready half a pound of plain paste, cut off a small piece, which roll into a band, and lay round the edge of the dish, having previously wetted it with a paste-brush dipped in water, then roll out the remainder of the paste to about the size of the dish, damp the band of paste upon the dish, and lay the other piece over; make a hole with a knife at the top, press the edges evenly down with your thumbs, trim the pie round with a knife, egg over the top with a paste-brush, and ornament it with the trimmings of the paste, according to fancy; bake it rather better than an hour in a moderate oven, and serve either hot or cold.

FAMILY GLUE.-Crack the glue and put it in a bottle; add common whiskey; shake up, cork tight, and in three or four days it can be used. It requires no heating; will keep for almost any length of time, and is at all times ready to use, cxcept in the coldest of weather, when it will require warming. It must be kept tight, so that the whiskey will not evaporate. The usual corks or stoppers should not be used. It will become clogged. A tin stopper, covering the bottle, but fitting as closely as possible, must be used.

BEEF HEART.-Let it be thoroughly well cooked, and the skin removed. Wipe it dry with a clean cloth; stuff it with veal stuffing; roast two hours and a quarter. Make a brown gravy, as for hare; and serve with the gravy and currant jelly. The most pleasant way to the palate of dressing this dish, is to roast the heart for rather less than two hours, let it get cold, cut it in pieces, and jug it the same as

hare.

VEAL AND HAM PIE.-Cut about a pound and a half of veal into thin slices, as also a quarter of a pound of cooked ham; season the real rather highly with white pepper and salt, with which cover the bottom of the dish, then lay over a few slices of ham, then the remainder of the veal, finishing with the remainder of the ham; add a wineglassful of water, and cover and bake as directed for beefsteak pie; a bay leaf will be an improvement.

NITRO-GLYCERINE. - Nitro-glycerine, concerning which so much painful curiosity has lately been excited, is not quite such a novelty as has been supposed. It was discovered by Sobrero, an Italian chemist, in 1847, and was introduced into England at least as far back as 1851. In that year we find one Dr. J. E. de Vry describing its properties to the British Association then assembled at Ipswich, and astounding the meeting with its terrible powers, made manifest by placing a drop on a piece of paper and striking it with a hammer. It is a harmless-looking liquid, of yellowish brown color, and slightly sweet aromatic flavor; if swallowed, it produces violent headaches. To manufacture it the chemist takes strong nitric and sulphuric acid, and mixes therewith ordinary glycerine, afterwards stirring the mixture with water, when the destructive fluid is precipitated as a heavy oil. Nobel, a Swedish engineer, first applied it to blasting purposes in 1864, and now it is so used in all parts of the world.

THE USE OF PAPER.-There is a church actually existing near Bergen, Prussia, which can contain nearly one thousand persons. It is circular within, octagonal without. The relievos outside, and the statues within; the roof, the ceiling, the Corinthian capitals, are all of papier-mache, rendered waterproof by saturation in vitriol, lime-water, whey and white of egg. We have not yet reached this audacity in our use of paper; but it should not surprise us, inasmuch as we employ the same material in private houses, in steamboats, and in some public buildings, instead of carved decorations and plaster cornices. When Frederick II. of Prussia set up a limited papier-mache manufactory at Berlin, in 1765, he little thought that paper cathedrals might, within a century, spring out of his snuff-boxes, by the sleight-ofhand of art.

A BRILLIANT INVENTION.-A brilliant Cali

fornian has invented a new method of propelling vessels. He connects three boats together in a line, and expects the two on the ends, by the rise and fall of the waves, to move the machinery in the central vessel, which shall propel all three. The beauty of this would be that a vessel having this "improvemant" would go faster in a heavy sea; but what would be the result in a calm? Perhaps miniature waves might be produced by rocking the boats.

A NARROW ESCAPE.-Last spring, while the George's fleet were on the Bank, one of the fishing vessels broke adrift, and came rapidly down toward another. Collision appeared inevitable, and certain death to all on board would surely follow. The captain of the drifting craft shouted, “Cut away, and I'll pay for the cable and anchor!" In the midst of the excitement and danger, and just as the captain was about to comply with the order, one of the crew hallooed out, "Don't do it, captain, unless he will give it to you in writing!" The captain was so struck aback that he waited a moment, in order to comprehend the matter, and just then the schooner went by them without striking. The very idea of alluding to pen and ink under such circumstances exhibited a degree of coolness most remarkable, and the captain and all hands enjoyed a laugh over it, although just escaping from the very jaws of destruction.

FORM OF GREETING. What is the most friendly? Not that of the Portuguese, whose "May you live a thousand years!" is exaggerated, and lacks sincerity. Nor that of the Oriental, "May your shadow never be less!" • which is pompous. Nor the French salute, which is too greasy. Nor the Englishman's "How d'ye do?" which is ugly. For real grace of expression-for a perfect indication of perfect friendship-we must look to the courtly custom of a savage nation. When Captain Cook visited Huaheine, the king of the country proposed, as a mark of amity, to exchange names with the illustrious navigator. Thenceforth King Oree was called Cookee, and the captain was known as Oree during the rest of his stay in the island.

A GORGED RAT.-Esop might have made a fable with a moral out of an incident which happened in California not long since. A rat, hungering for animal food, squeezed through the bars of a cage in which was a canary, seized and devoured him. But he ate so greedily, and gorged himself to such an extent, that he could not get out of the cage before the master of the house appeared and punished the intruder with death.

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION.-Red ink came near furnishing a case of spontaneous combustion in Wisconsin a few days ago. A pile of paper printed with it, exposed to no external heat, became so hot that it blistered a printer's hand in separating the sheets.

THE JUDGE AND THE LAWYER.-The present Judge Kent, of New York, a son of the illustrious commentator, while travelling upon the circuit, put up on one occasion for the night at the hotel of a small town through which his route lay. The chief lawyer of the place, hearing of the arrival of this bright light of his profession, thought the least he could do was to attempt to entertain him. So he walked into the reading-room, where the judge, in the dig nity of blue spectacles and magnificent ruffles, was perusing the newspapers.

Lawyer-" Hem! Good-evening, judge!"
Judge-"Good-evening, sir!"

Lawyer "Judge-hem! Suppose we take a game of billiards?"

spent some time in social converse. In the still small hours of the night, the proprietor of the establishment was roused from his slumbers by his visitor of the afternoon, who had left a package in the office which it was necessary he should obtain. He was sent to the house of another gentleman connected with the establishment, who was in turn aroused, but also dreaded exposure in a cold night, and sent his visitor to still another attache, who accommodatingly donned his garments and proceeded to the office, where the valuable package was secured, and proved to be one of "pop corn!"

PROFITING BY EXPERIENCE.-On one occasion Lorenzo Dow, while preaching, took the

Lawyer-"Ah! well, ninepins; what do you

say to ninepins, sir?"

Judge-"I never play ninepins, sir."

munity, recently deceased. The result was an arrest, a trial for slander, and imprisonment in the county goal. After Lorenzo got out of this "limbo," he announced that, in spite of this (in

Judge (turning pale and speaking emphatically) "I never engage in any game-in any game whatever, sir."

Lawyer-"Eh! what? Well, no matter". (taking the judge familiarly by the arm); "I'll stand the drinks. Brandy and water, or gin?" Judge (becoming pale)—“I never drink, sir.' Lawyer (in the blankest amazement)-"What a confoundedly overrated man you are!" The disappointed subaltern retires in disgust.

JEFFERSON'S FIDDLE.-The wife of Thomas Jefferson was Mrs. Martha Skelton, a rich widow, twenty-three at her second nuptials. She was of good family, beautiful, accomplished and greatly admired. The story went that two, among the many suitors for her hand, going severally to her house on the same errand, to learn their fate from her decision, met in the hall, where they heard her playing on the harpsichord, and singing a love-song, accompanied by Jefferson's voice and violin. Something in the song, or the manner of the singing, satisfied both wooers of the folly of their hopes, and they withdrew. The statesman was fond of his violin. When his paternal home was burned, he asked, "Are all the books destroyed?" "Yes, massa," was the reply," dey is; but we saved de fiddle."

A "POP CORN" STORY.-A correspondent gives us the following "cold weather item." A gentleman from recently called at an office in that place, during the afternoon, and

preach at a given time a sermon about " another rich man." The populace were greatly excited, and a crowded audience greeted his appearance. With great solemnity he opened the Bible, and read, “And there was another rich man, who died and went to-" then stopped short, and seemed to be suddenly impressed. "Brethren, I shall not mention the place this rich man went to, for fear he has some relatives in this congregation who will sue me for defamation of character." The effect on the assembled multitude was irresistible, and he made the impression permanent by taking another text, and never alluding to the subject again.

QUIET SARCASM.-In the days of the late Justice Butterfield, who was a man of dry wit as well as extensive attainment in law, Chicago had a citizen who, to the great professions of piety, added the natural characteristics of eager money-getting. He was really a hard-faced man, who was never known to miss a chance to squeeze a debtor or make a sharp bargain. He "got his pile," and was about to return to the State from whence he came, when he made a parting visit to Mr. Butterfield, who was his attorney. At the close of the call, he took Mr. B.'s proffered hand in both his own, and in a trembling voice said:

"Mr. Butterfield, my dear friend, let me hope that when I am gone, in the anxiety for the things of this world, you will not forget the higher interests of the life everlasting."

"Thank you kindly. Thank you," said Mr. B., seizing both Brother W.'s hands in his own,