MOTHER HUBBARD SINGS A SONG.

She sang in a high key with a very quavering voice, and this was the song:—

I had an educated pug,
His name was Tommy Jones;
He lived upon the parlor rug
Exclusively on bones.
And if, in a secluded room,
I hid one on a shelf,
It disappeared; so I presume
He used to help himself.
He had an entertaining trick
Of feigning he was dead;
Then, with a reassuring kick,
Would stand upon his head.
I could not take the proper change,
And go to buy him shoes,
But what he'd sit upon the range
And read the latest news.
And when I ventured out, one day
To order him a coat,
I found him, in his artless way,
Careering on a goat.
I could not go to look at hats
But that, with childish glee,
He'd ask in all the neighbors' cats
To join him at his tea.
And when I went to pay a bill
(I think it was for tripe),
He made himself extremely ill
By smoking with a pipe.

There was something about the prim language of this song that sounded very familiar to Davy, and when Mother Hubbard chanced to turn her face towards him he was surprised to see that she looked very like old Miss Peggs, his school-teacher. While she was singing the song little handfuls of gravel were constantly thrown at her through one of the kitchen windows, and by the time the song was finished her lap was quite full of it.

"I'd just like to know who is throwing that gravel," said Davy, indignantly.