"MAMMA KNOWS HOW."

The awful fact is beyond a doubt, The cage was open, and Dick flew out. "What shall I do?" cries Pet, half wild, And Nurse Deb says, "Why, bress you, child, I knows a plan dat'll nebber fail: Jes put some salt on yer birdie's tail." "Why, you silly old nurse, 'twould never do; That plan is worthy a goose like you. What! salt for birds. No, sugar, I say; I'll coax him back to me right away." But wicked Dick, with his round black eyes, He wouldn't be caught in this gentle wise. Mamma comes in, and she sees the plight; It will take her wits to set it right: That big bandana on Deb's black head, Ere Dick can jump, 'tis over him spread; Then two soft hands they hold him fast: The bright little rogue is caught at last. As into his cage the truant goes Pet says, "Now, nurse, I do suppose That salt and sugar, though two nice things, Are not a match for a birdie's wings; And, Deb, I think we must just allow, When a thing's to be done, mamma knows how."

"SONS OF THE BRAVE."—From a Painting by P. R. Morris, A.R.A.—[See Page 767.]