He draws me about in a little cart into which I harness him. He minds a pull on the reins, and will go just as I wish him to. But he will insist on chasing pigs whenever he sees them. He does not like pigs. One day, when I was harnessing him, he spied a pig, and away he ran after it--cart and all. He broke one wheel of the cart, and came back panting and wagging his tail, as if he had done something good; but I scolded him well. Jack will sit on his hind-legs, and catch bits of bread or cake in his mouth when I throw them to him. One summer, we went to the seashore, and took him with us. He is a splendid swimmer; and when we took a stick, and threw it into the water, he would plunge through the waves, and bring it back in his mouth. Sometimes an old fisherman took me out sailing, and as there was not room in the boat for Jack, the good old dog would lie on the wharf and wait patiently till I came back. When he saw the boat coming in, he would jump up and bark in great delight; and one day he leaped into the water, and swam out to meet us. Once my cousin and I were sitting in a cleft in the rocks, gathering shells and pebbles, when a great black creature jumped right over our heads. We were much frightened, but soon found that it was only our good friend Jack. He had seen us from the top of the rock, and had jumped down full fifteen feet to get to us. PAUL EATON. [Illustration] ENSIGN JOHNNY. THIS is Ensign Johnny: See him armed for fight! Mice are in the garret; Forth he goes to smite. Ready for the battle, He is not afraid; For the cat, as captain, Will be by to aid. Now, good-by, my Johnny! Soldiers must be brave: While puss does the fighting, You the flag can wave. Do not, like a coward, From the field retreat: Forward, Ensign Johnny, And the mice defeat! IDA FAY. BERTIE'S STEAMER. BERTIE has taken much pleasure in hearing me read about the different ways in which the little "Nursery" people amuse themselves. He is very anxious that they should, in return, know about the steamboat which his uncle brought him from the Centennial,--a _real_ little steamboat. It is nearly a foot long, made of brass, with a "truly" boiler, as Bertie says, and a little alcohol lamp to convert the water in the boiler into steam.