THE MOUSE’S REVENGE.

A TRAGEDY.

the tall steeple of a church. It was really

a pleasant place to live in for many rea-
sons. It was quiet, the air was good, the view
very beautiful, and there were no cats there. In
fact, only one thing troubled the Mouse, and as
he grew older, it troubled him more and more.
And that was the Bell, a big, sullen-looking iron
Bell, which hung in the tower. It was rung every
night at nine, and the noise it made was dread-
ful. The Mouse talked to the Bell again and
again, and told him rudely to ‘hold his tongue,”
but it was of no use. Each night, just as he had
sunk into his first doze, ‘clang, clang’”’ would go

the Bell. ‘Nine o'clock, nine o'clock,” it seemed
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