The Two Poets Two Poets were quarrelling for the Apple of Discord and the Bone of Contention, for they were very hungry. "My sons," said Apollo, "I will part the prizes between you. You," he said to the First Poet, "excel in Art--take the Apple. And you," he said to the Second Poet, "in Imagination--take the Bone." "To Art the best prize!" said the First Poet, triumphantly, and endeavouring to devour his award broke all his teeth. The Apple was a work of Art. "That shows our Master's contempt for mere Art," said the Second Poet, grinning. Thereupon he attempted to gnaw his Bone, but his teeth passed through it without resistance. It was an imaginary Bone. The Thistles upon the Grave A Mind Reader made a wager that he would be buried alive and remain so for six months, then be dug up alive. In order to secure the grave against secret disturbance, it was sown with thistles. At the end of three months, the Mind Reader lost his money. He had come up to eat the thistles. The Shadow of the Leader A Political Leader was walking out one sunny day, when he observed his Shadow leaving him and walking rapidly away. "Come back here, you scoundrel," he cried. "If I had been a scoundrel," answered the Shadow, increasing its speed, "I should not have left you." The Sagacious Rat A Rat that was about to emerge from his hole caught a glimpse of a Cat waiting for him, and descending to the colony at the bottom of the hole invited a Friend to join him in a visit to a neighbouring corn-bin. "I would have gone alone," he said, "but could not deny myself the pleasure of such distinguished company." "Very well," said the Friend, "I will go with you. Lead on." "Lead?" exclaimed the other. "What! _I_ precede so great and illustrious a rat as you? No, indeed--after you, sir, after you." Pleased with this great show of deference, the Friend went ahead, and, leaving the hole first, was caught by the Cat, who immediately trotted away with him. The other then went out unmolested. The Member and the Soap A Member of the Kansas Legislature meeting a Cake of Soap was passing it by without recognition, but the Cake of Soap insisted on stopping and shaking hands. Thinking it might possibly be in the enjoyment of the elective franchise, he gave it a cordial and earnest grasp. On letting it go he observed that a portion of it adhered to his fingers, and running to a brook in great alarm he proceeded to wash it off. In doing so he necessarily got some on the other hand, and when he had finished washing, both were so white that he went to bed and sent for a physician. Alarm and Pride "Good-Morning, my friend," said Alarm to Pride; "how are you this morning?" "Very tired," replied Pride, seating himself on a stone by the wayside and mopping his steaming brow. "The politicians are wearing me out by pointing to their dirty records with _me_, when they could as well use a stick." Alarm sighed sympathetically, and said: