Across the end a railing goes
With bars and balls and twisted rings,
And there they jiggled on their toes
And did the wonderfullest things.

They balanced on the golden balls,
They jumped about from bar to bar,
And then they fluttered to the walls
Where coloured birds and roses are.

I watched them darting in and out,
I watched them gaily climb and cling,
While all the roses moved about
And all the birds began to sing.

And when it was no longer light
I felt them up my pillows creep,
And there they sat and sang all night--
I heard them singing in my sleep.

R.F.

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ANOTHER SEX PROBLEM.

"From Lord Rosebery's herd at Mentmore, Mr. Ross got a show cow
of the Lady Dorothy family, giving every appearance of being a
great milker and a tip-top bull calf."--_Aberdeen Free Press_.