THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

The Mischievous Monkey.

EORGE. John, do you like to saw
wood ?

Joun. O yes, pretty well. I
do not love to be idle. I like to
do my work. Your father gives me
money for doing it, too. I buy my
clothes with it, and give some to my

good mother, besides.

G. Here are two pears for you, John.
Mamma did not send them to you. They
are all my own. Grandpa’ gave me
some,

J. I will take one, little George. You
must keep the other. Thank you, very
much.

G. No. You must eat those. I have
more. See! My pocket is full. It is
all stuffed out, like Jacko’s cheeks.

J. Who is Jacko ?

G. Jacko is a monkey.

J. O, the little monkey, which was
dressed like a man, and belonged to the
man with a hand-organ? I asked the
man to come, so that you might see
him.

G. Yes. Why did not you leave off
sawing when he came ?

J. O, I cannot leave my work to see

monkeys. I have seen a great many
monkeys, too. And once I had one of
my own.

G. A real, live monkey ?

J. Yes. My brother brought him
home from sea for me. It was very
small. I do not think it was larger than
your little baby brother.

G. What was his name? Did he
wear a coat? Could he speak? Tell
me about him; do, John.

J. O, he was the funniest little rogue !
His name was Mischief. He wore no

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clothes but his own brown fur, and he
had a very long tail. He could not
talk; no, indeed. But he knew his own
name, just as Growler does; and if I
said, “ Here comes the baker,” he would
leap up on the fence in an instant. He
was very fond of cake, and when I had
a cent, I used to give it to Mischief, to
buy cookies with.

G How could he buy it, when he
could not speak ?

J. O, the baker would hold out his
hand for the cent. Mischief looked hard
at his other hand. The baker kept it
behind him, sometimes, or shut it up.
Mischief would chatter and scold till he
opened it, and showed him the cake.
Then he would take the cent out of his
pouch—

G. Pouch ?.

J. His cheek, you know.

G. Yes, Jacko’s pocket.

J. Then the baker would take it, and
give him the cake. One time Mischief
caught the baker’s whip away from un-
der his arm. The baker tried to reach
it. Away ran the monkey the. whole
length of the fence. There he sat chat-
tering.

G. Did not the baker run after him ?

J. Yes. “Stop thief—stop thief!”
cried the baker, and we all ran, calling,
“ Mischief—Mischief.” Just as we
came to him, up he went into a higa
tree. There he sat, chattering.

G. What did the baker say then?

J. Then the baker took up stones, and
began to pelt him. But when Mischief
saw that, he threw the whip down on
his head. So the baker got it, and went
away laughing.

G. Did you tell Mischief he must not
do so again?