MARRYING FOR MONEY.—A strong-minded woman was heard to remark the other day that she would marry a man who had plenty of money though he was so ugly she had to scream every time she looked at him. A FOOLISH MOUSE. A mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. —_Pope._ RECEIVED FOR THE PRINCESS LOUISE HOME. MONA and Mila, 2s.; Lizzie Smith, 2s.; Mary, Maggie, and Ada, 3s. Work for the bazaar to be held (D.V.) next summer, from Miss E. N. Nixon, Fanny Gough Pope, Caroline M. M. Hog (second contribution), Little Dot, Gretta, E. G., E. Morgan, E. Stroud, Cornie Trevena, Lucy, Madge S., Mona and Mila, A Servant in Torquay, A Welsh Maiden, A Village Maiden; W. C. Newsam, 100 pieces of music. For the Home, The South Hampstead High School for Girls, 22 valuable articles of clothing; Anon, a parcel of books. A WIFE’S WELCOME. BY RUTH LAMB. At last thou art come, and I once thought to tell thee, How I mourned in thine absence and longed for thy voice; How I thought of thee, looked for thee, prayed for thy coming, Yet now thou art here I can only rejoice. When the bright sun is hidden by dark clouds o’erhanging, All Nature seems mournful and weeps at the sight; But when they are passed she resumes all her gladness, And, forgetting his absence, she smiles with delight. It is thus with my heart. All my sorrow forgotten, The memory has fled with the cause of my pain; I think not, I speak not of aught save the present, And rejoice that at last thou art with me again. [Illustration: THE INCORRIGIBLE. POL. “If at home, sir, He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all; He makes a July’s day short as December; And, with his varying childness, cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.” _Winter’s Tale_, Act 1, Scene 2.] THE BIRDS. _Words by J. T. COLERIDGE._ DUET. _Music by C. A. MACIRONE._ [Music: Do you ask what the birds say? Do you ask what the birds say? You ask what the birds say, the Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet, the Thrush, say, “I love, and I love!” You ask what they birds say, You ask what the birds say, “I love, and I love!” In the winter they’re silent, In the winter they’re silent, the wind is so strong. The wind is so strong, What it sings, I don’t know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves and blossoms, And sunny warm weather, And singing and loving, All come back together. But green leaves and blossoms, And sunny warm weather, And singing and loving, All come back together.