I send the inscription on the inside of the cover of a snuff-box that we have, as I thought the other children might like to read it Here it is:
"Respect me for what I have been. From a sprightly plant I was advanced to the sovereignty of the forest; the birds of the air were happy under my shadow, and afforded me their sweetest notes for my protection. After filling a respectable situation, and living to a good old age, I was cut down, stripped of nature's robes, and became a pillar in the church, where I screened alike the sinner and the saint from the stormy blast; and after a faithful servitude of seven hundred and one years, I have become in every convivial circle a ready token of friendship—part of my remains make a snuff-box; and except when carried away by wicked hands, regularly attend the sanctuary. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-four."
On the outside of the cover is the picture of a church, with the inscription, "Glasgow Cathedral. Founded 1123."
William S.
Port Huron, Michigan.
I am six years old, and mamma is going to write just every word I say to Young People. We have "tooken" it ever since it began. Georgie likes "Biddy O'Dolan" and "Toby Tyler" the best. I do like "Phil's Fairies," because he is a poor little sick boy.
I have a little sister Prill. She is 'most three years old. She tries to say, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," and runs to the window, and tries to see the stars. We love her a thousand million dollars.
I have two dollies. Winnie was a year old when I was six, and Mabel came that day. I named Winnie my own self for the dollie in "Trouble in the Play-Room," in Young People, and Mabel after "rosy-cheeked Mabel" in "Wingy Wing Foo," which I can recite.
Georgie and I went with papa to grandpa's when he was sixty years old. We had to go a hundred miles. At the depôt a man asked me where I was going, and I said, "To grandpa's birthday party; he is sixty years old this afternoon," and all the people laughed.
We live on the St. Clair River, and can see all the boats that go to Lake Superior and Chicago. The Indians live across the river. We can see their log-houses. They come across in boats, and sell baskets. Sometimes their papooses are tied on their backs. I can write my own name.
Ethel A. V.
I am four years old. Ethel is my sister.
We had a bran pudding Christmas morning, after we had our oatmeal. We liked it.
Bill and Kit are my horses. They are wooden.
George B. V.
Rockaway, New Jersey.