We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself.
ALFRED SELWYN.
PIP AND POP.
Pip.—Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any worms?
Pop.—Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the ground.
Pip.—Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.
Pop.—Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little girl throws out for me every day, I should starve.