A few Sundays ago, while service was in progress in the Presbyterian church at Rome, New York, what should walk demurely up the aisle but a little gray kitten. She stood on the pulpit steps, and looked at the boys and girls, who were in quite a flutter for fear somebody would say "scat," or pick kitty up and carry her out-doors. But nobody troubled her, and presently the little thing jumped up to one of the chairs in front of the pulpit, laid her head on her paws, and fell asleep. There she staid until church was out.
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A lady of Yonkers, New York, lately sent to the Flower Mission in New York City two thousand clove pinks tied in bunches of fifty each. On account of their sweet, spicy fragrance these were sent to the blind sufferers in hospitals.
Little lovers of birds will send their good wishes to the kind Mr. and Mrs. Robin of whom this pretty story is told. A gentleman in Milton, Massachusetts, owns a mocking-bird, whose cage hangs under the piazza. Near by is a nest containing young robins. The parent birds are busy all day bringing worms to their young family. Twice, says the observer, the robins have been seen to pause on their way to their brood, and drop worms through the bars of the cage to the little prisoner.