Withal she hath a loaded gun, Whereat the pheasants, as they run, Do make a fair diversiòn.
For very awe, if so she shoots, My hair upriseth from the roots, And lo! I tremble in my boots!
A Safe Prediction.—That the New Woman of this decade will be the Old Maid of the next.
STUDIES IN ANIMAL LIFE.
The Ostrich as she ought to be.