Each one volume. Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, $1.00 * * * * * Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. * * * * * [Illustration: MR. COIN. "I AM NOT FEELING VERY WELL THIS MORNING." MR. OLD BLADE. "OH, CHEER UP, OLD MAN; WE ALL HAVE OUR DULL DAYS."] * * * * * WHY SHE DIDN'T SMILE. "Why are you pouting to-day, Jennie dear? Aren't you happy?" "I'm very happy," said Jennie. "Then why don't you smile as you generally do, and show us those pretty little white teeth?" "That's just it. They ain't white. I've been eating blueberry pie." * * * * * DISCONTENTED SAMMY. DISCONTENTED SAMMY. "I wish I was down at the sea-shore instead of up here in the mountains." JIMMIEBOY. "What would you be doing at the sea-shore?" DISCONTENTED SAMMY. "I'd be wishin' I was back here." * * * * * A GREAT CLIMBER "Do you do much climbing, Harold?" asked the newly arrived guest. "Well, in a way I do," said Harold. "Papa climbs all over the mountains, and I climb all over papa." * * * * * JIMMIEBOY'S DESSERT. It was at dinner at the Profile House. "I'll have some blueberry pie and some ice-cream," said papa. "You may bring me some jelly and cream-cakes," said mamma. "And what will you have?" asked the waitress of Jimmieboy. "I'll have the same," said Jimmieboy. * * * * * A POPULAR FEATURE. "I just love it here," said Bobbie. "What do you like best about it?" asked the good farmer's wife. "You haven't any bath-tub in the house," said Bobbie. * * * * * Two brawny sunburnt sons of Ireland met each other on the street shortly before an eclipse of the sun. "Hallo, Pat! are yez goin' ter see the 'clipse?" "Faith, Tim, oive no tiliscope." "Oi wonder at yer ignorance. Go home an' smoke some glass if yez want ter see it. That's as good as all the tiliscopes yez can git." "Shure if that's all yez have ter do, that's aisy enough." Some hours later Tim was passing down the street when he espied Pat sitting on his stoop staring at the sky and madly pulling away at a short stump of a pipe from which no smoke issued. "Did yez see the 'clipse, Pat?" he called out. "Nary a bit of wan have I seen. Is it over?" "Over? Sure; an hour ago." "Well, then" (and here Pat hurled his pipe out into the road), "it's all the fault of that glass. Oi must have smoked the wrong kind." * * * * * It is said that the sagacity and memory of the elephant exceed those of any other animal. This is very possible, as in the many cases reported the incidents bearing on these two particulars surpass those of other animals.