No More Learning

Mrs. Hauksbee came up and said: "You take me in to supper, I think, Mr.
Bremmil. " Bremmil turned red and looked foolish. "Ah--h'm! I'm going
home with my wife, Mrs. Hauksbee. I think there has been a little
mistake. " Being a man, he spoke as though Mrs. Hauksbee were entirely
responsible.

Mrs. Bremmil came out of the cloak-room in a swansdown cloak with a
white "cloud" round her head. She looked radiant; and she had a right
to.

The couple went off in the darkness together, Bremmil riding very close
to the dandy.

Then says Mrs.
Hauksbee to me--she looked a trifle faded and jaded in
the lamplight: "Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a
clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool. "

Then we went in to supper.




THROWN AWAY.

"And some are sulky, while some will plunge
[So ho! Steady! Stand still, you! ]
Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge.
[There! There! Who wants to kill you? ]
Some--there are losses in every trade--
Will break their hearts ere bitted and made,
Will fight like fiends as the rope cuts hard,
And die dumb-mad in the breaking-yard. "
--Toolungala Stockyard Chorus.

To rear a boy under what parents call the "sheltered life system" is, if
the boy must go into the world and fend for himself, not wise. Unless he
be one in a thousand he has certainly to pass through many unnecessary
troubles; and may, possibly, come to extreme grief simply from ignorance
of the proper proportions of things.

Let a puppy eat the soap in the bath-room or chew a newly-blacked boot.
He chews and chuckles until, by and by, he finds out that blacking and
Old Brown Windsor make him very sick; so he argues that soap and boots
are not wholesome.