36 THE SHIRT COLLAR.

been married) filled up the grave, and it was a beautiful grave
—it must have been quite pleasant to lie there.

The grave was bordered with pieces of flower-pots and strewn
over with sand; quite at the top they had stuck up half a beer
bottle, with the neck upwards, and that was not at all allegorical.

_ The children danced round the grave, and the eldest of the
boys among them, a practical youngster of seven years, made a
proposition that there should bean exhibition of Puggie’s burial-
place for all who lived in the lane; the price of admission was to
be a trouser button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and
each might also give one for a little girl This proposal was
adopted by acclamation.

And all the children out of the lane—yes, even out of the little
lane at the back—flocked to the place, and each gave a button.
Many were noticed to go about on that afternoon with only one
brace, but then they had seen Puggie’s grave, and the sight was
worth much more.

- But in front of the tan-yard, close to the entrance, stood a little
girl clothed in rags, very pretty to look at, with curly hair, and
eyes so blue and clear that it was a pleasure to look into them.
The child said not a word, nor did she cry; but each time the
little door was opened she gave a iong, long look into the yard.
She had not a button—that she knew right well, and therefore
she remained standing sorrowfully outsice, till all the others had
seen the grave and had gone away; then she sat down, held her
little brown hands before her eyes, and burst into tears: this girl
alone had not seen Puggie’s grave. It wasagrief as great to her
as any grown person can experience.

We saw this from above; and, looked at from above, how many
a grief of our own and of others can make us smile! That is the
story, and whoever does not understand it may go and purchase
a share in the tan-yard from the widow.

THE SHIRT COLLAR.

HERE was once a rich cavalier whose whole effects con-
sisted of a Bootjack and a Hair-brush, but he had the
finest Shirt Collar in the world, and about this Shirt

Collar we will tell a story.

The Collar was now old enough to think of marrying, and it
happened that he was sent to the wash together with a Garter.
“ My word!” exclaimed the Shirt Collar. “I have never seen