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Caroline. Poor kitten! I am afraid, mother, you have hurt her.
Mrs. L. Hurt her ? I meant to, and I wish I had killed her.
Now that robin sets up his tune, which I suppose we must hear till sunset. The old rooster too must come and crow like thunder at the very door, so that I cannot hear myself speak; and to crown all, somebody has let the calves into the yard, and there they are galloping and racing over the table-cloths, which I had laid out to bleach. O, what a world we live in.
Caroline, cannot you be still ? Do mind your needle. Surely we have noise enough without your singing or playing.
Car. Dear mother, I am afraid you are not well. Does your head ake ?
Mrs. L. No ; but my ears ake; and my heart akes.
Mrs. Goodsense. My dear Mrs. Lackwit, as your children have been confined six hours in school to-day, would it not be well to let them go and play a little while in the yard ?
Mrs. L. No ; the girls would be tanned, and become black as negroes, and the boys would be more noisy than ever. Mrs. Goodsense, how can you live with your eight children ? I have only four, and it often seems as if I should be distracted.
Then Mrs. Goodsense explains and advises, and finally, Mrs. Lackwit concludes she will follow her neighbor's example.
One book of a very unusual sort was Comstock's Rhythmical Reader', Philadelphia, 1832. While the latter half is not unlike other books of its class, the earlier pages are an appalling mass of cabalistic signs. It is an endeavor by a system of notation to treat