A Song of the Wandering Wind. Listen, Children! That's the breeze
Speaking to you as he flees.
"I have no home; I rove I roam
Hark! I'm passing through the trees"
"Oer the world from end to end,
Light of wing, my way I wend.
Where'er I pass, the trees, the grass
Bow their heads, and corn doth bend"
"Yet by land, or on the foam,
I am still without a home;
I hear through all the imperious call
'Wander, wander, rove and roam.'"
There he goes! His long sigh dies
In the boughs as on he flies,
To rove, to roam, without a home,
Underneath the starry skies. F. W. Home.

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JUDGE JACKO AND THE CATS.

In the same barn dwelt two cats. One night they found the door of the neighboring pantry open and both walked in. They feasted on roast chicken and cream, but were not satisfied, and so they agreed to carry away a large piece of cheese. Their plan was executed, and they dragged the cheese to the barn. Next morning a dispute arose between them concerning the dividing of it. Each claimed it, and their voices awoke the cook, who, to her horror, found that she had been robbed during the night, and she declared that she would kill every cat in the neighborhood. Thus the innocent are often condemned because, in name or employment, they are associated with the bad. One is known by the company he keeps; hence, the society of the bad should be shunned.

The cats' quarrel in the barn was long and loud. Each one tried to argue his case in his own interest, and they thus drawled out their arguments.

"Know you the law?" said one, with a prolonged and emphatic howl at the word "law."

"I know the law!" howled the other, and then cried, "Neow, give me mine."

"'Tis mine!" howled the first.