(You will remember that the fourth of March is always the Inauguration Day, when the President of the United States goes into the White House as Leader for four years.) Now let the Leader start to music from the piano--through the parlors, halls, dining-room--perhaps if the cook is pleasant, to the kitchen. These little games do a great deal to draw all the family together with a happy feeling. If he stops a minute to examine anything, the company following him in Indian file must stop too and imitate his movements, as if examining something closely. If he says in the course of his travels "ooh--ooh!" just like a pig, each one of the pillow-slip-and-sheet brigade must say "ooh--ooh!" also in the same tone _without smiling_, unless he laughs. If he says "cock-a-doodle-_doo-o!_" each one must say it. Whoever fails to follow his Leader imitating him in everything, and whoever smiles or laughs, or says anything unless the Leader does, must be pointed out by the audience, dropped out of ranks, set up in a corner, told to stand there until the game is played out, and all take off sheets and pillow-slips--to sit down and laugh over it all, before plates of apples and cracked walnuts. May you have a jolly time with your March game. I wish I could play one with the Pansies. MARGARET SIDNEY. SIR EDWIN LANDSEER. YEARS ago, a man now living in Cincinnati was sent by the President to South America to look after the interests of our country there. The people were very kind to him, and, among other gifts, presented him a parrot on his return home. I spent a day at his house and had many funny talks with Poll; parrots can talk after a fashion. She was a fine lady, not so large as some you may have seen at the New Orleans Exposition. Some of them were from two to three feet long. One was perfectly green; another, white; a third, nearly all bright colors. The one I saw in Cincinnati was fond of her friends, but sulky and cross to me, a stranger. She had learned many wicked words from passers-by, swearing words even. When she could not have her own way and, like other folks, was out of humor, she would "let fly" her worst opinions of people and things in her bad language. At such times she did not seem so beautiful with all her gay plumage. Few folks do appear well when out of sorts, no matter how rich and fashionable their clothes. Remember that. In the picture you see a parrot sitting upon a perch. It is another one and there is a long story about it. But all stories can't be put into THE PANSY without bursting its covers. However, you may hear a little about this one and think out the rest when your thinkers get time. This Pol came from a distant land. She had such rich feathers, and could talk and sing so well, and, withal, her manners and behavior were so correct that she made friends of everybody.