Backwards and forwards, this way and that, You can see the big pendulum rock; "Tick-tock," it keeps saying the whole day long, "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!" NELLIE M. GARABRANT. [Illustration: {A SPRAY OF LEAVES AND FLOWERS.}] [Illustration: {A LITTLE GIRL AND A WOMAN BY A GRANDFATHER CLOCK.}] A STUFFED JUMBO. Yesterday, Alice met the stuffed Jumbo, her former mate. She walked slowly up to him, and then stood for a few moments, evidently surveying him with wonder. Then she swung her trunk so as to reach Jumbo's mouth. She also touched his trunk in a cautious manner, and then turning her back upon him, gave vent to a groan that made the roof of the garden tremble. William Newman, the elephant trainer, Frank Hyatt, the superintendent, and "Toddy" Hamilton, talked to her in their usual winning way, and she again faced Jumbo. She fondled his trunk, looked straight into his eyes, and again she groaned, and then walked away as though disgusted with the old partner of her joys and sorrows. She went back to her quarters and continued to mourn. Her keeper, Scott, was appealed to by the spectators. He was asked whether he believed that she recognized Jumbo, and he replied in all seriousness, "Of course she did. She told me so." At another time he said, "I can understand elephant talk, and Alice told me she recognized Jumbo." Scott seemed very much affected by the meeting. He was Jumbo's old keeper.--_Humane Journal._ [Illustration: JUMBO MAKING HIMSELF USEFUL.] [Illustration: SCENE AT AN ELEPHANT MARKET.] [Illustration: {FLORAL PATTERN.}] THE TREES IN SILVER LAND. O softly falling flakes of snow That fill the wintry air,-- A thickening cloud on every side, Each flake a wonder rare. [Illustration: {A WOMAN AND CHILD LOOK OUT OF A WINDOW.}] "Are they from trees in Silver Land?" My child is asking me. He claps his hands, he laughs, he begs, "One leaf from silver tree." Such questions as he asks in vain About the leaf-like snow! He might as well talk of the tides That strangely come and go. "Who plants those fairy trees?" he asks, "With tops that reach so high?" Oh, answer, Garden of Delight, All in the cloudy sky! "Who shakes those trees and sends their leaves On field and wood and town? Is it the Gardener living there, Or winds that blow them down?" O child, look up and see yourself, The clouds are Silver Land. Who made those flakes, He scatters them; They fall at His command. They fall, they melt, they come again. And His the gardener's hand That gently shakes the silver trees Which grow in Silver Land. REV. EDWARD A. RAND. [Illustration: LINCOLN'S EARLY HOME.] SMALL BEGINNINGS.