He thought he saw a Banker’s Clerk, Descending from the ’bus. He looked again, and found it was A hippopotamus. “If this should stay to dine,” he said, “There won’t be much for us.” —_Lewis Carroll._ LET US HAVE FAITH. Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith let us to the end dare to do our duty as we understand it. —_Abraham Lincoln._ LUCY’S BALLOON. Little Donald was one day taken by his father to see the circus procession. His little sister Lucy was obliged to stay at home. While they were standing on the sidewalk, the father bought two balloons, saying, “One of these is for you, Donald, and the other we will take home to Lucy.” On account of the dense crowd, the father was carrying the balloons, holding them high above his head, when suddenly one of them exploded. Donald looked at it in dismay for a moment. Then his little face brightened, and he said cheerfully, “It’s too bad that _Lucy’s_ balloon is spoiled, but I will let her play with mine sometimes.” —_Kate Upson Clark._ _London Bridge is Broken Down._ London Bridge is broken down, Dance o’er my lady Lee; London Bridge is broken down, With a gay lady. How shall we build it up again? Dance o’er my lady Lee; How shall we build it up again? With a gay lady. Silver and gold will be stole away, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Silver and gold will be stole away, With a gay lady. Build it up again with iron and steel, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Build it up with iron and steel, With a gay lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Iron and steel will bend and bow, With a gay lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Build it up with wood and clay, With a gay lady. Wood and clay will wash away, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Wood and clay will wash away, With a gay lady. Build it up with stone so strong, Dance o’er my lady Lee; Huzza! ’twill last for ages long, With a gay lady. _See a Pin and Pick It Up._ See a pin and pick up, All the day you’ll have good luck; See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you’ll have all the day! _Pussy-Cat, Wussy-Cat._ Pussy-cat, wussy-cat, with a white foot, When is your wedding? for I’ll come to ’t. The beer’s to brew, the bread’s to bake. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don’t be too late. _The Man in the Wilderness._ The man in the wilderness asked me, How many strawberries grew in the sea. I answered him, as I thought good, As many red herrings as grew in the wood. _Poor Dog Bright._