NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.

The oyster takes no exercise;

I don't believe she really tries;

And since she has no legs

I don't see why she should, do you?

Besides, she has a lot to do—

She lays a million eggs.

At any rate she doesn't stir;

Her food is always brought to her.

But sometimes through her open lips

A horrid little creature slips

Which simply will not go;

And that annoys the poor old girl;

It means she has to make a pearl—

It irritates, you know;

So, crooning some small requiem,

She turns the thing into a gem.

And when I meet the wives of Earls

With lovely necklaces of pearls

It makes me see quite red;

For every jewel on the chain

Some patient oyster had a pain

And had to stay in bed.

To think what millions men can make

Out of an oyster's tummy-ache!

A. P. H.

"At —— Hall, St. John's Wood, Tues., by auction, stock of a Furrier.—Cats. free."

Advt. in Daily Paper.

A case of adding insult to injury.

Senile Optimist. "AND TO YOU, MY BOY, I BEQUEATH—MY LIABILITIES. MAY YOU BE WORTHY OF THEM!"

Juvenile Ditto. "THAT'S ALL RIGHT, SIR. SOMETHING'S SURE TO TURN UP!"