Sandford and Merton.
The History of Sandford and Merton. By Thomas Day. 18mo, Half Bound, 75 cents.
Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
☞ Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on receipt of the price.
MISFITS.
Fig. 1.
Fig. 2.
Bob has discovered another amusement. The other evening he suddenly commanded me to "draw a head" on a piece of paper that he placed before me.
"Don't let me see it, nor anybody. Now fold it back, and leave a little bit of the neck showing. Now I'll draw the body."
Which he did, and again folded the paper.
"Now, papa, you draw the legs."
Papa obediently took the pencil, and had his turn at the paper.
"Now, Mamie, you name it. Call it after somebody you know, if you like."
So Mamie named it Miss Foot, in honor of her school-teacher, the most stately of maiden ladies. Then Bob unfolded the paper, and displayed to us a most comical mixture of flesh and fowl.
"More like a misfit, than Miss Foot," said papa.
"There! that's what I'll call 'em," exclaimed Bob—"misfits. That's just what they are, you know—misfits."
"She's a duck, anyway," said Mamie.
"Looks more like a goose," said Bob.
We afterward tried another, in which Mamie had a hand with the pencil. I named it after myself, and was rewarded for my vanity by finding "Nelly" a more ungainly object than even "Miss Foot."
In making "Misfits" you must remember to leave a small piece of one picture projecting into the other, in order to have them join properly. You will also find it better to draw them on a larger scale than the pictures we give.
Fig. 3.
CHARADE.
A nimble spring, a noiseless tread,
A playful poise of the restless head,
A sleepy song of sweet content,
While slyly on schemes of mischief bent—
'Tis thus the days of my first are spent.
To do my second is surely human;
They say the fault was first with a woman.
'Tis a little word, but its power was great,
To change the course of a happy fate.
My third is seen in many a land,
Where ancient temples ruined stand,
Like a grim sentry, placed before,
To guard an open palace door.
My whole, with slow and measured grace,
Among the lowly takes its place:
Nor dreams its future yet shall be
A wondrous thing of mystery.
