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DECEMBER 9 In Polly's house resided a young lady. Polly's affections centered on this member of the family j and when at liberty during the day, usually to be found perched upon her shoulder listening to the conversation. Whenever her mistress, while playing the piano, chanced to strike up one of Polly's favorite tunes, Polly would sing with all the airs and graces of a boarding school miss at her first appearance. Still, Polly fell into disgrace, all through the medium of her too ready tongue. One evening the young lady's beau called to see her and the parrot, as usual, occupied a prom- inent place. It goes without saying that nothing escaped her observation. The next morning at the breakfast table Polly opened up the conversation by remarking, “ George, you pull down the window shades, while I'turn down the light ; * * and while the family was speechless with horror she went on, “ That's what Sarah said last night,* Ha, Ha, Ha. Sarah is a bad girl." The parrot was immediately banished from the family circle and then tranferred her rather questionable friendship to me. Regularly every morning she would fly over and come in the window of the room I occupied (called my Phonograph room) and after making a survey of the apart- ment would perch upon the back of a chair and wait patiently until I noticed her. She was very fond of hearing the Phonograph. The remarks she used to make were laughable, interpolating the speech or song with side remarks of her own, which made a very funny combina- tion ; but I rather think she enjoyed talking to the machine and then listening to her own voice better than all the records I had in my possession. It was a sorry day for me when I taught her the use of the Recorder, for, from that foment my troubles be^an. I was in the habit of spend-