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thus traducing his fair fame; and if he
was alive he would thrash them for their
insolence. But they continued to utter
the most disgraceful language. Flesh
and blood could no longer bear it; up
he jumps, they run, he after them, until
he fell down quite exhausted. He was
put to bed; the violent exertion he had
one through promoted perspiration, and
he got well.

 

A Monkey’s Memory.

uTHors generally seem to think

that the monkey race are not

capable of retaining lasting im-

pressions; but their memory
is remarkably excellent when striking
events call it into aetion. A monkey
which was permitted to run free, had
frequently seen the men-servants in the
great country kitchen, with its huge fire-
place, taking down a powder-horn that
stood on the chimney-piece, and throw
a few grains into the fire, to make Je-
mima and the rest of the maids jump
and scream, which they always did on
such occasions very prettily.

Pug watched his opportunity, and
when all was still, and he had the kitch-
~ en entirely to himself, he clambered up,
got possession of a well-filled powder-
horn, perched himself very gingerly on
one of the horizontal wheels placed for
the support of sauce-pans, over the wa-
ning ashes of an almost extinct wood-
fire, screwed off the top of the horn, and
reversed it over the grate. The explo-
sion sent him half way up the chimney.
Before he was blown up he was a snug,

trim, well-conditioned monkey as you !

would wish to see on a summer's day;
he came down a scorched figure, in ar
avalanche of burning soot. The weight
with which he pitched upon the hot
ashes, in the midst of the general flare-
up, aroused him to a sense of his condi-
tion. He was missed for several days,
but hunger at last drove him forth,
and he sneaked into the house, close
singed and begrimed, scorched and ter-
rified. He recovered with care; but,
like some other great personages, he
never got over his sudden elevation and
fall, but became a sadder, if not a wiser
monkey. If ever Pug forgot himself,
and was troublesome, you had only to
take down a powder-horn in his pres-
ence, and he was off to his hole like a
shot, screaming and clattering his jaws
like a pair of castanets,—Selected.

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A Funny Quarrel,

HEN one of the popes was in

France, a great many years

ago, he went to the church

of St. Genevieve, to attend
worship. The people had a splendid
carpet prepared for him to kneel on.
When the services were over, the pope’s
attendants and the monks of St. Gene-
vieve quarreled about the carpet. Both
parties wanted it. The strife was so
great that they finally came to blows,
The monks got the best of the battle,
and carried off the carpet. But their
triumph was short. As soon as the
pope heard how matters stood, he
turned all the monks out of the monas-
tery, for abusing his men in such a style,