Augustus. "Are you fond of Moustachers, Emily?"
Emily. "Yes! I think they look very well upon some people."
Augustus. "Ah! Then that settles the point. I shall let mine grow."
MEETING OF THE RABBITS.
Last week was held a meeting of certain rabbits in a box in the Zoological Gardens. The meeting, it must be confessed, was not very numerous, but extremely respectable.
Mr. Doublesmut took the chair, and briefly opened the proceedings. He said that they would improve the happy accident of their meeting into an enduring advantage. He thought that the time had arrived for the whole nation of rabbits to raise themselves in the scale of creation; by cultivating a deeper trust and wider confidence with the animal world about them. He must lament, while he confessed, that he had been brought up in the fear and horror of foxes, weasels, stoats, polecats, sparrow-hawks, and so forth. But, for his part, he believed that the time was come when the whole rabbit people might live in love and amity and perfect trust with all around them. It was mean; it was a moral cowardice to distrust either fox or weasel: they, poor things! like illiterate rabbits, had been the victims of ignorance and prejudice; but in these days, everybody might embrace everybody. Yes, he felt his heart expand towards all created things, and—
—And the rest of the speech was cut short; for the boa-constrictor—in whose house the rabbits had met, and over whose coils they had hopped and run—the boa, in the twinkling of an eye, had Mr. Doublesmut in his jaws; and in two minutes deposited body and bones in his throat.