Judge — December 1888 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS JUDGE an eastern room. There, with the moonlit scene on the one hand, and the dark recesses of the room on the other, I held her attention with a masterful eye and applied the following : Hear the Water Witches singing— See her downward cast her glances, Singing to the Moon ? ith a languid grace! Hear their silver bells a-ringing— Hear her sighing, wrapt in fancies, Ringing all in tune ? “*Naught shall change my face! Witches singing— n my glances 3 Bells a-ringing— And my fancies To the love-lorn Moon ? You no joy shall trace!” Hear the Witches, laughing, singing— Mocking at the Moon! : Hear the bells discordant ringing— Ringing out of tune! Witches singing— Bells a-ringing— Mocking at the Moon! . It is possible that my severity was incompatible with sentiment; at any rate, the only response elicited by my poetic efforts was, “I hear the frogs.” I put that child to bed and bade her pleasant dreams with unusual solicitude. And from that night I began a course of treatment by which I hoped to convey some nourishment to her stunted imagination and give it a new start. I fed her in- discriminately upon all sorts of little monsters of the middle ages—fairies, gnomes, wehr wolves and witches, naught came amiss; dreaming cocks, swans enchanted, maidens, dandelion, and sunflower. ‘souewsos,d yi uunp Aes Hays duis sry ozeer plo ,yr youy | J, YO4IY ,—Ai “SNOUID VNVIGNI NV syuaixa 1913 Suv or 104 PIP 2ys Ing, It was not without result; she thrived upon it. Her inquisitorial questions were met with such bland and simple explanations that they soon fell to the rear. I was ignorant of the extent to which I had succeeded in this last experiment until a few days since, when F—— sat turning over the pages of a magazine. Her attention was attracted by an advertisement in the back of the book, representing an old cat gravely washing some newly-fiedged chickens and hanging them up by the « tips of their wings on a line to dry. “ There is a country where they do that with children,” I casually, remarked-- “ dip them into the bath and then hang them out to dry.” Ye masters, what a look she gave me! neither credulous nor incredulous, but wide-eyed, and not so much surprised as earnestly attentive. I doubt if] could have spoiled this little tribute to my powers if my face had not betrayed me. i Ihave nothing more to add, except, perhaps, that F—'s verdict of my friend's Ls story seems to have been the popular one. Anyway, I have heard nothing more | ; about Antaus, and the Pygmies, and the giant Hercules. KATIRING GROSJEAN. “TWO HEARTS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.” Kate—*You won't feel slighted if I give you no present until New-year's, will you, dear?” Julia—'No, love, for that is precisely the way I mean to treat you.” Both (sotto voce)—" Hateful thing! She's only waiting to see what I will give !" comicbooks.com