From a correspondent in Springfield, Mo., I have a letter, in which the writer says: "I suppose the Boston boys don't have deer for pets. I have a young one named Billy, and he eats corn out of my pocket. When I come home from school he always runs to meet me. Although he can jump over fences, he never tries to run away. He wears a collar with a bell on it: so we can hear him when he is down in the orchard eating apples, which he seems to be very fond of."
Uncle Charles.
GRANDMA ASLEEP.
Grandma dear has gone to sleep;
See how still the children keep!
Little Johnny leaves his toys,
And, without a bit of noise,
Rests his book on grandma's lap
While she takes her peaceful nap;
Darling Mabel on the floor
Sits all quiet and demure;
And old pussy tries to be
Just the stillest of the three.
Jane Oliver.