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- LIFE: AFTER THE BALL. . “At supper. not where he eats, but where he is eaten,” 6c YOU'RE an angel !" she said, as she nibbled the pheasant, (How her ravishing voice thro’ my memory rings !) And I lifted my glass, and I tried to look pleasant, As I said: ‘* Mia cara, I haven't the wings !" “But you're rich!" she replied, my red Romanée scorning, And I answered her back in the soberest tones, ** Yes, to-night, cara mia, but think of the morning,-- Who shall tell of the future of Bell Telephones ?” “You're an angel !" she cried, as the bill they presented For a thousand and one of the choicest of things ; And, remorseless, she smiled at the score I resented— “You're an angel, I tell you, for riches have wings !"” T. R. Suttivan, THE BULLFROG OF BELLEVUE. HE emeritus Professor of Corpuscular Microscopy at Bellevue College had a pet aquarium four years ago, and the turtles, sticklebacks, crabs and tad- poles thereof were his special delight. A scientific and frugal friend, as the Professor's birthday drew near, bethought him of a bullfrog as a present ; so he slop- ped around in New Jersey and caught the Major, who is the subject of this sketch, Now the Major was about as meek-looking a bullfrog as there was in that swamp. He was long-legged and thin, and he had more angles than the fourth problem of Euclid. When carried to Bellevue in a slop bucket he never even once croaked, and when introduced by the professor into the aquarium he seemed to be only anxious that the crabs shouldn't get him before he had time to say his prayers, and the kind Professor had to pet and soothe him, before he would consent to remain. The Major was fooling. Next morning, when the Professor went to look at the aquarium, he half feared the fish and tadpoles had eaten the Major. Had they ? OH, NO! ‘The Major was leaning back, picking his teeth with the tail of one of the tads, and smiling all over. This was the Major's entry into science. From that day forth he devoted himself to his studies with a zeal which could not be surpassed. Having mastered the most difficult branches of gastronomy and peptics, he turned his attention to electricity. In this branch of physics he soon distinguished himself, and to this day