Mr. Merry:
I have just begun to take your Museum, and I like it very much. I think you tell stories very much as Peter Parley did. I like Parley’s books so much that I called my little dog Peter Parley. He died some time ago, and now I am going to get another, and I intend to call it Robert Merry. I hope you won’t be offended at this, for we always call dogs after famous people. I think the best of your stories is the Sable-Hunter, but I really wish you would go on with it a little faster.
James A——.
The following is inserted, not because it is a very famous specimen of poetry but because it is written by quite a young person, and shows a very tender feeling
ON A DEAD RABBIT.
Once upon a time,
When I was in my prime,
I had a rabbit white as milk,
And its hair was soft as silk.
One morn I went to feed it,—