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HIGH ONA THRONe or RPVAL STATE. 'BUCK[Y' :'''', __ [XRlHO S~/~: ~ BAYARD C. DEVILBISS Walkersvilte, Md. "A man may smile and smile and be a villian.-Shaks. Now, "there's no use in talking feHers,"but this is the most unique specimen of the class. His friends say that Buckey's creation was never finished. The most plausible theory for this is that he was formerly intended for some other form of life, but, being spoiled in the forma- tion, was thrown into the world in this half completed condition. For proof to substantiate this theory, we refer to his voice, which for its meHowness(?) and sweetness(??) and fine musical effect(???) whensinging(????),leads ustothe conclusion that his final destination was the angel's choir, which will never be completed until his sweet voice shall join their choruses. Is an expert in detecting smiles for the same reason that it "takes a thief to catch a thief," for certainly Buckey's great delight is to wash down every morsel of food with a long, lingering and face breaking grin. In fact, so constantly did he indulge in this pastime, that in a short while his front teeth broke down under the strain. But he is a harmless creature and a pretty nice chap. CHARLES M. ELDERDICE Edesvilte, Md. "Reading is an index to character" -we wilt quote,therefore,from Elly's favorite books viz: The Bible and Palgraves Golden Treasury. THE SLEEPER. "I wiltboth lay me down in peace and sleep." "Cholly" never fails to followhis example . "We shall not all sleep" Yet how blissful it is to be one of the chosen few. "For some must watch while others sleep" In this case there is a decided preference for the latter duty. "That they may rejoice and sleep a perpetual sleep," is ChoHy's conception of eternal bliss. "Yea, thou shall lie down and thy sleep shall be sweet." How sweet this promise ever sounds in such a sleeper's ears and he exclaimed:- "Come sleep: 0 Sleep! the certain knot of peace, Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable Night!" -The Ladies' Man- .. 'I sleep but my heart waketh, it is the voice of my beloved'; 'Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me'. But hear! she speaks! Now shall those sweet lips declare my fate." "The sea hath many thousand sands." "Alas! 'And wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart? And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! Say nay!' " 57