The Nursery, March 1873, Vol. XIII.

May was almost ready to cry again; for she felt sorry, and she did not like to be laughed at. "There's nothing to cry about, darling," said her papa; "but don't try to scratch the pig's back again until I show you how to do it."

Aunty May.

AN IMPORTANT DISCLOSURE

"I want to tell you something, Tommy."

"What is it?"

"The country is going to ruin."

"You don't say so! What's the matter?"

"Rag currency is the matter."

"What's that?"

"I'll explain. You paid for that kettle of milk ten cents. You paid in rag currency. Did you ever see a silver dime?"

"No, Billy; but my big brother has seen one."

"Well, that is specie. Now, what we want is specie payment."

"How do you know?"

"My father says so."

Carlo the dog listens attentively, and seems to be absorbed in a profound reflection upon the currency question.

Timothy Tippens

2Timothy Tippens's horse was blind,Because he couldn't see, oh!He'd two legs in front, and two behind;And that's one more than three, oh!Though if two be be-four, and behind two more,It looks very like six to me, oh!3Timothy Tippens's horse he died,And Tim cried, "Gee," and "Woe," oh!And sold his cart to his neighbor Jack,Because it wouldn't go, oh!Without a horse: and you know, of course,It was likely it should be so, oh!