What the terrible noise could be That made him tremble and quake in each knee. Now, picture a moment the sight that he saw: There were cats on the mantel and cats round the door, There were cats in the closet, and on the bed more. There were cats on the table and cats on each chair, There were cats in the window, and none would dare To say if they ended on earth or in air, And each grave cat was dressed with care. In robes of black they were all arrayed, By the side of its owner, who music made And the poor boy gasped, but no word could he say, Then down from the mantel and on to the bed "Never again," she murmured low, "Shall you harm a cat or cause one woe." Then a long procession, moving slow, Passed over the boy from head to toe. And every tail o'er his face was brushed, Till all of a sudden his breathing was hushed. He had fainted away, completely crushed By the terror of this punishment that over him rushed. 'Twas day when he opened his eyes to the light, For there by his side-just think of that!- He buried that tail ere the close of day But, alas! no play has he ever done yet At last my tale is finished and done, But now, instead of a tale of one, There are cat-tails everywhere under the sun. ANNIE WESTON WHITNEY. GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC. N the fullness of time a republic rose up in the wilder away before this child of the ages could be born. From whatever there was of good in the systems of former centuries she drew her nourishment; the wrecks of the past were her warnings. With the deepest sentiment of faith fixed in her inmost nature, she disenthralled religion from bondage to temporal power, that her worship might be worship only in spirit and in truth. The wisdom which had passed from India through Greece, with what Greece had added of her own; the jurisprudence of Rome; the medieval municipalities; the Teutonic method of representation; the political experience of England; the benignant wisdom of the expositors of the law of nature and of nations in France and Holland, all shed on her their selectest influence. She washed the gold of political wisdom from the sands wherever it was found; she cleft it from the rocks; she gleaned it among ruins. Out of all the discoveries of statesmen and sages, out of all the experience of past human life, she compiled a perennial political philosophy, the primordial pri iples of national ethics. The wise men of Europe sought the best government in a mixture of monarchy, aristocracy, and democracy; and America went behind these names to extract from them the vital elements of social forms, and blend them harmoniously in the free Commonwealth, which comes nearest to the illustration of the natural equality of all men. She intrusted the guardianship of established rights to law; the movements of reform to the spirit of the people, and drew her force from the happy reconciliation of both. GEORGE BANCROFT. G THE PARTING LOVERS. OOD-NIGHT, sweetheart! It can't be ten, I know; I do not see how it can have the face To take "new deals" at such a rapid pace. Full well I know ten minutes have not flown Since it struck nine! Good-night, my love, my own! "Good-night, Charlie!" Oh! yes; last night, while going down Broadway, Just home from Europe! You should hear him talk! O Katie! Wait, dear! I forgot to tell You something. Let me think! That's funny! Well, It's gone, and in a moment so am I. My darling, how I hate to say good-bye! Some fellows would much later stay, I know; But "Ten," your mother says; so I must go. "Good-night, Charlie!" Some time, oewitching Kate-ah! some time, sweet"Good-bye" shall we consider obsolete, No more will clocks strike terror to my heart. Ah! now, like Cinderella at the ball, I fly from happiness! Good-night, my ali! "Good-night, Charlie !" Oh! Katie dear, is't too much trouble, think, 66 Oh! dear! How stupid of me! There's my cane- Hark! Catch me ere I fall! Oh! what a shock! It strikes again! Good-night! Confound that clock! "Good-night, Charlie!" MARY E. DAY. GOA HOW PAUL WON HIS GOAT. (Abridged from Harper's Young People.) OATS have broken out in our street violently, va riously, and promiscuously, accompanied by carts differing one from another in glory-some distinguished by reason of their real elegance and beauty, and others by the clever use of such unpromising materials as odds and ends of old lumber, and miscellaneous wheels most artfully adjusted. The epidemic has spread rapidly, and in spite of every precaution my own little man Paul has it thoroughly. One evening in the early spring little Paul had been left at home to take care of his mother. His father had |