Mamma always suggested cows, or bears, or steam-engines, or trees, according to the first idea which came into her head. One day, in answer to Elsie's usual question, mamma replied: "Draw the 'old oaken bucket,' Elsie. You are very fond of singing 'The Old Oaken Bucket.' Sit down and make a picture of it." This was new. Elsie, with a deep satisfied breath, sat down and staid quiet about five minutes. At the end of that time she brought mamma this picture. [Illustration] "What upon earth does this mean?" asked mamma. "It looks like a conundrum, Elsie; or like the sun, moon, and stars!" Elsie looked at her design with great pride, and a little impatience at mamma's obtuseness. "Why, don't you see, mamma?" she cried. "The first one is 'the old oaken bucket,' and the next one is 'the iron-bound bucket,' and the next is 'the moss-covered bucket that hangs in the well'!" Then mamma laughed hard, leaning back in her chair, while she held Elsie's sketch at arm's-length to see it better, as artists always look at pictures. "And what are all those little spots for, Elsie?" "Why--those, mamma?" said Elsie. "Those are 'the spots that my infancy knew'!" * * * * * A PERFECT IDENTIFICATION. Signor Arditi, the well-known musical conductor, has recently published his memoirs in London. Among the many anecdotes he tells is the following adventure he had with a bank cashier. He was in an American city and wished to have a check cashed, but as the cashier did not know Signor Arditi, he told him he must get himself identified before he could receive any money. "But I do not know any one here," protested the musical conductor. "I am very sorry," said the cashier. Signor Arditi thought for a few moments, and presently said, "Do you ever attend the opera, young man?" "Frequently," said the cashier. "I am very fond of music." "Then you must know me," continued Signor Arditi; and taking off his hat he turned his back upon the cashier, and beat time vigorously to an imaginary orchestra. "Oh yes!" exclaimed the cashier at once. "I know the back of your head well. You are Signor Arditi." And he handed out the money to the musician without further ceremony. * * * * * THE END OF THE "CHESAPEAKE." An English journal contains the following item, for the truth of which we cannot, of course, vouch; but it is interesting if true: