"Don't kill the toads, the ugly toads,

That hop around your door;

Each meal the little toad doth eat A hundred bugs or more.

"He sits around with aspect meek,

Until the bug hath neared,

Then shoots he forth his little tongue

Like lightning double-geared.

"And then he soberly doth wink,

And shut his ugly mug,

And patiently doth wait until

There comes another bug."

Mr. Maxwell told a good dog story after this. He said the president
need not have any fears as to its truth, for it had happened in his
boarding house in the village, and he had seen it himself. Monday,
the day before, being wash-day, his landlady lady had put out a
large washing. Among the clothes on the line was a gray flannel
shirt belonging to her husband. The young dog belonging to the
house had pulled the shirt from the line and torn it to pieces. The