We will now have the curious tale of "The House that Jack Built." In no sense a curious house, perhaps, but famous because of the fortuitous events which issued in regular sequence from the simple fact of the builder having stored a quantity of malt within its walls. It is told best with the accompaniment of pictorial illustrations, but here these are not available. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built This is the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn And waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house That Jack built. It has been a satisfaction to many a little boy, I am sure, to feel that he was not, by many miles, so simple as that most abject of all simpletons, familiar to him as-- SIMPLE SIMON. Simple Simon met a pie-man, Going to the fair; Said Simple Simon to the pie-man, "Let me taste your ware." Says the pie-man, "Simple Simon, Show me first your penny;" Said Simple Simon to the pie-man, "Indeed, I have not any." Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail! Some may follow without comment. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD. Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, To get her poor doggie a bone; When she got there, the cupboard was bare, And so the poor doggie had none. She went to the baker's to buy him some bread, But when she came back the poor doggie was dead.