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The P. C. and P. O.

girl, in a brown hat and blue dress, with a round face and snubby nose, went and bought it for her mother. She lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot ; mashed some of it, with salt and butter, for dinner ; and to the rest she added a pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg, and some crackers; put it in a deep dish, and baked it till it was brown and nice ; and next day it was eaten by a family named March.


Mr. Pickwick, Sir: —

I address you upon the subject of sin the sinner I mean is a man named Winkle who makes trouble in his club by laughing and sometimes won't write his piece in this fine paper I hope you will pardon his badness and let him send a French fable be- cause he can't write out of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains in future I will try to take time by the fetlock and prepare some work which will be all commy la fo that means all right I am in haste as it is nearly school time

Yours respectably N. "Winkle.

[The above is amanly and handsome acknowledgment of past misdemean- ors. If our young friend studied punctuation, it would be well.]


On Friday last, we were startled by a violent shock in our basement, followed by cries of distress. On rushing, in a body, to the cellar, we discovered our beloved President prostrate upon the floor, having tripped and fallen while getting wood for domestic purposes, A perfect ficene of ruin met our eyes; for in his fall Mr. Pickwick had plunged his head and shoulders into a tub of water, upset a keg of soft soap upon his manly form, and torn his gar- ments badly. On being removed from this perilous situation, it was discovered that he had sufiered no injury but sevei-al bruises; and, we are happy to add, is now doing well.



It is our painful duty to record the sudden and mysterious disap- pearance of our cherished friend, Mrs. Snowball Pat Paw. This love- ly and beloved cat was the pet of a large circle of warm and admiring friends ; for her beauty attracted all eyes, her graces and virtues en- deared her to all hearts, and her loss is deeply felt by the whole community.

When last seen, she was sitting at the gate, watching the butcher's cart ; and it is feared that some vil- lain, tempted by her charms, basely stole her. Weeks have passed, but no trace of her has been discovered ; and we relinquish all hope, tie a black ribbon to her basket, set aside her dish, and weep for her as one lost to us forever.

A sympathizing friend sends the following gem : —



We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate.