And in leaving the fish-house let me say that this educational value, so to speak, of the Zoological Gardens undoubtedly forms one of their strongest claims upon public support.
James A. Manson.
WHAT CAME OF A FOXGLOVE.
A FAIRY STORY.
B
ehind, before, in the branches of the trees, amongst the blades of grass, creeping under the mushrooms, swinging on the foxgloves, and clinging to the ragged-robin, were the fairies.
Blanche and Belinda did not see them, because of the bright golden sunshine, which hides the fairies from mortal sight; but the fairies saw the two girls walking arm in arm through the wood.
Blanche stooped to gather a splendid crimson foxglove, which she shook gently, saying,
"The bells shall ring
For the fairy king;
Ding, dong, bell!
Ding, dong, bell!"