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143 38 11 Their country quarters presented a great contrast to the town ones 12 He continually attracted a small crowd round him 13 Often they made their way to a pretty wood 14 As he sat on a gate yelling at the birds ^ 16 Days of unmitigated penance, during which he was forced to sit for hours at a stretch 16 Such a scene had never been witnessed in the village school before 17 The next moment he bad disappeared through the window 18 But with fevered haste he pressed on 19 His hankering after the old familiar haunts was gratified 20 Stumps drew near noiselessly and unperceived 21 Stumps took his boots and pulled them on his feet, saying, &o Shag and Doll. 1 Shag and Doll were left atterly friendless 2 Such a sleep could scarcely be called rest 3 ‘ Doll, how is it, you don’t seem to get bigger ?’ 4 He seemed to be telling them of some Friend 6 Shag would take her in his arms and carry her 6 ‘ Don’t cry, poor little Doll!’ said Shag 7 It was a sore temptation 8 * Turn out your pockets and let’s see’em’ 9 Shag ran off back to the old cask 10 ‘ Please, Jesus, he our Friend, and keep us safe’ 11 When the moon arose that night she shone upon, &o 12 But the little form neither moved nor spoke 13 He held out a bit of bread, and the dog snatched at it 14 ‘ Don’t you want this ?’ he asked 16 And standing up as he and Doll had done, &c 16 And BO the policeman found them at last Bcadings:—‘Shag and Doll,’ ‘Nelly’s Champion,’ and ‘Stumps, in one volume, cloth, 1/-, by L. C. Silke, published by Cassell & Co. In the Signal Box. 1 Yes, it’s a quiet station, but it suits me well enough 2 Then I thought of the lives in peril and what might have been their fate 3 That night in our little cottage, as I kissed our sleeping child 4 So she settled to leave me Johnny, and then she could turn the key— 6 I lifted him up to mammy, and he kissed his little hand 6 It was all in one awful moment—I saw that the boy was lost 7 I turned the mail to the centre, and by it flew with a roar 8 That voice! 0 merciful Heaven I ’tis the child’s, and he calls my name 9 And she’d leapt on the line and saved him just as the mail dashed Ihro’ Beading, ‘ The Lifeboat and other Poems.’ G. R. Sims. Is. Told to the Missionary. 1 Juetlook *ee her®, Mr Preacher, you’re a-goin a bit too fur; 2 But I takes her the folleriu’ Sunday down to the Grand Canell 8 And the water was tinged above me with a murdered creetur’s blood 4 That’s right, Mr. Preacher, pat her—you ain’t not afeard on her now Heading ^ The Dagonet Ballads.' O. K. Sims. Is.