NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.

The way in which he eats and drinks

Is so extremely crude

That nearly everybody thinks

The pig enjoys his food.

But when I see how very fast,

Without one single chew,

He gobbles up his huge repast,

I'm sure it isn't true.

Far nobler than your Uncle Joe,

Who simply sits and sits,

Revolving, gluttonous and slow,

The more attractive bits;

Far nobler than your Uncle Dick,

Who likes the choicest food,

And, if he doesn't have the pick,

Is very, very rude;

The pig has not a word to say

To subtleties of taste;

He eats whatever comes his way

With admirable haste.

In fact, the pig may well resent

The insult to his line

When certain of the affluent

Are said to eat like swine.

A. P. H.

"None are much better than others, and some are much worse."

—New Zealand Paper.

We fear the writer is a pessimist.