Volume 146 — OLD CHINA.
Reading edition
Little Wun-lee's father, Nang-Poo, Let her do just what she wanted to do; Made her processions with peacocky banners In the most regal and lavish of manners. Little Wun-lee's father, Nang-Poo, Was a magician who lived at Foo-choo. Now if you possess a magician of cunning Nothing you want should be out of the running. Little Wun-lee had all sorts of things— Fly-away carpets and vanishing-rings, Djinn as her footmen, and gem-spraying fountains, And lovely snow-leopards from ghost-haunted mountains. Little Wun-lee, combing her hair, Saw a blue butterfly float through the air— Saw a blue butterfly flicker and settle On an azalea's rosy pink petal. Little Wun-lee said: "By the Mings, That for your fly-away carpets and rings! Peacocks and palanquins? Powers and dominions? I'll have a pair of blue butterfly's pinions!" "Little Wun-lee," answered Nang Poo, "That's the one trick no magician can do; Never did wizard of land, air or water Magic blue wings on a little white daughter." Little Wun-lee, dainty and dear, Cried for a day and a week and a year— Cried till she died of a Thwarted Ambition, And nobody cared but Nang-Poo, the magician. Little Wun-lee, little Wun-lee, He buried her 'neath the azalea tree; And the burnished blue butterflies flicker and hover, And the rosy pink petals fall lightly above her.
A Bloodthirsty Critic.
The Nation on Saint Augustin, by Louis Bertrand:
"The student of Church history will do well to take Dr. Bertrand's Life."
First Sportsman (on the way home after dinner). "Hi! look out where you're going!"
Second Sportsman. "Look out yourself! You're driving, aren't you?"
First Sportsman. "No, I thought you were."