She seemed to think that Oxford Street was quite a lovely place.

And once she turned and looked at me and waved her little hand,
But I could only glare and stare, oh, would she understand?
I simply couldn't speak at all, I simply couldn't stir,
And all the rest of Oxford Street was just a shining blur.

Then suddenly she shook her wings--a bird had fluttered by--
And down into the street she looked and up into the sky,
And perching on the railing on a tiny fairy toe
She flashed away so quickly that I hardly saw her go.

I never saw her any more, although I looked all day;
Perhaps she only came to peep and never meant to stay;
But oh, my dears, just think of it, just think what luck for me
That she should come to Oxford Street and I be there to see!

R. F.

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LIGHT ON THE SITUATION.

"Dr. Michaelis is the trusted no-hold-out until their plans
of annexation have been carried out, and they always receive
a gracious telegram in reply. So he who cares to hear knows
what the hour is striking."--_Egyptian Mail_.

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