At great expense I have obtained a drawing of the members of the Mozart Band. Charles (first drum) is the leader; Edwin (second drum) is next in rank; Amy (trumpet) is the next, for she owns the trumpet, and so comes before the other two ladies, who are merely vocal performers, by which I mean singers. Now, if you want to hear the famous Mozart Band, you must come to our village. Performances take place every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, and sometimes oftener. If you come, you must bring some money to put into Amy's hat; for the band cannot afford to play for nothing. They are getting to be so famous that I should not wonder if they were to have an invitation soon to come on to New York or Boston, and give a concert in one of the large halls. AUNT CECILIA. MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT FISHING. WHEN I was seven years old, my father took me down to the river to fish. I had a nice new line, and a little hook that I bought of a peddler the week before. My father cut me a pole from the woods near by; and I caught a grasshopper for bait. I tried to put the grasshopper on the hook, but I pricked my finger: so my father put it on for me. Then I threw in my line, and kept moving it up and down. Pretty soon I thought I felt a bite, and called out to my father, "O father, I've got a fish!" I pulled it up, and what do you think I had caught? You could not guess in a week. It was my sister's old rag baby. FRANK LYNN. [Illustration] SHY LITTLE PANSY. "WHY so shy, my Pansy, Tell me why so shy? Mother's arms are round thee; This is grandma by. She can tell you stories Of the time, my dear, When she was a little girl Just like Pansy here. "Once there was a dolly, And its name was Bess; Grandma then, like Pansy, Was--how old? Now guess! Just the age of Pansy! Well, one night, you see"-- "Grandma," said the little girl, "Take me on your knee." Pansy's shyness melted; Grandma won the day: Now hugged tight in grandma's arms Little Pansy lay; And she heard a story Of a doll so fine, Left out on the cold, cold ground, Where no sun could shine. And the snow fell slowly, Softly fell, like down, Till a heap of drifted flakes Covered dolly's gown. Yes, it hid and covered All the bright blue dress, Then her hair and rosy cheeks-- Poor forsaken Bess!