In an age when cheapness seems to be most persons' ideal, it is refreshing to note that there has been placed on the market a musical instrument which frankly calls itself the Dea Piano.
SONG.
In the sunshine went the bee
Busily, O busily;
White birds flashed upon the sea,
White cliffs mounted dizzily;
There a shepherd tuned his reed
For the maiden of his need:
"Shepherdess," he piped, "give heed!"