No dolls shall be allowed, for dolls are what I hate;
The girls must give them up, and learn to swim and skate;
Confectioners must charge only a cent a pound
For all the plums and candy that in the shops are found.
That man who asks a dime for any pear or peach—
I'll have him hung so high, that none his feet can reach;
No baker is allowed hereafter to bake bread;
He must bake only pies and cake and ginger-snaps instead.
All lecturers must quit our realm without delay;
The circus-men and clowns, on pain of death, must stay;
All folks who frown on fun, at once must banished be:
Now, fellow, that you know my will, to its fulfilment see!
Alfred Selwyn.
A TRUE ANTELOPE STORY.
Some time ago, I told the readers of "The Nursery" about catching a buffalo-calf. I will now tell them about a young antelope which we caught, and another which we almost caught.