which was swollen to the size of three, was pressed upon the desk, or held in the other hand, with the vain hope of relieving the intensity of the pain. Three times it was laid open to the bone, and at last a large piece of the latter came out, which she brought to school and showed to her teacher. "Many a time," said her mother, "would Elizabeth come home at night, throw herself upon the bed, and lie there till morning in a high fever, without tasting food, and with but little sleep; but nothing could keep her from school the next day." And she went, fair or foul, sick or well, for nearly four years; was never tardy. and never dismissed! What an example of fortitude, patience, and perseverance, and what a rebuke to the hundreds of girls who plead a little mud or a black cloud as an excuse to stay away from school!

Never will the writer forget the mingled expression of anxiety and surprise depicted on the countenances of many pupils one afternoon, when the clock struck, the door was locked, and the school came to order. Looking about for the cause, a dozen fingers pointed to the seat of this heroic girl. It was vacant for the first time in eleven terms! It seems she reached the steps, almost faint with running, just as the key was turned, and being heard, the door was opened, and she urged to come in; but the conscientious girl said, "No; I was not in my seat, not in the house even, when the clock struck, and I ought not to be marked present," and turned away. Who can imagine her feelings as she left that door, after running in a broiling sun at midday, till she was ready to sink to the earth with fatigue? All her bright hopes of attending school four full years, to accomplish which she had conquered almost superhuman difficulties, were blighted in a single moment. Thus terminated an example of perseverance in well doing on the part of a delicate child, that would do credit to an older head and a stronger frame.

ORIGINAL DIALOGUE.

THE WOMAN'S CONVENTION.

BY MRS. S. E. DAWES.

CHARACTERS.—Mrs. Wright, Mrs. Strong, MRS. LOUD, JOHNNY STRONG, and NELLIE LOUD.

SCENE. MRS. LOUD's Parlor. MRS. LOUD and MRS. STRONG.

Mrs. Loud. I am glad you came so early, Mrs. Strong; it is quite important that all the arrangements for our Convention should be made this afternoon.

Mrs. Strong. It is a matter of principle with me always to be in season in whatever I undertake. I hope there will be a full attendants at our meeting.

Mrs. Loud. I hope so too. I gave Mrs. Wright a particular invitation to come, and I hope she will accept. She is one of those simple-minded creatures who fancy they have plenty of rights already. I thought, perhaps, we might be able to convert her to our views.

Mrs. Strong. It is really worth while to try, for she has great influence among her set of people, and her money would come handy to help us pay our bills.

Enter MRS. WRIGHT.

Mrs. Loud. My dear Mrs. Wright, how glad I am to welcome you! We were just remarking we hoped you would come, and we have been delaying the business of the afternoon until your arrival.

Mrs. Wright. Indeed, I was not aware that any business was to be transacted. I supposed your invitation was merely to make a social visit.

Mrs. Strong. Ladies in these days are learning to combine business with pleasure. In fact, we have met here not only to enjoy ourselves socially, but to see about getting up a Woman's Rights Convention.

Mrs. Wright. Do you think there is enough dissatisfaction in regard to their position in life, among the ladies here, to warrant calling such a meeting?

Mrs. Loud. As far as I am concerned, I can answer that question with an emphatic Yes. We poor women are ground down to the earth, and made the bond-slaves of the tyrant man. Half of us are mere household drudges, or else nursery-maids, while the lords of creation strut about in all their glory, boasting of their superior strength, and always speaking

Mrs. Loud. I don't agree with you. Nobody will ever make me believe that a woman can make her power felt as much in presiding over pots and kettles as in making a telling speech at some grand meeting, or placing her vote in the ballot-box.

Mrs. Loud. O, dear, if you only knew the trials I have to bear! The other day I attended a Convention in the next town; and I was in such a hurry to get the cars, I forgot to tell Bridget what to get for dinner. I wouldn't go back, though, for I thought I had as good a right to leave the cares of the house and attend a Woman's Convention as my husband had to go to a political caucus when he pleased.

Mrs. Strong. I suppose your lord and master thought differently when he came home to dinner.

Mrs. Loud. Yes, for he brought home two gentlemen to dine; and when he saw the plate of hash I had put together in a hurry, he looked as though he would sink through the floor. I didn't make any apology, though, and entertained the gentlemen with the report of the splendid speeches I had heard. They listened, with a smile upon their faces, as though they enjoyed it; but Mr. Loud looked as black as a thunder-cloud.

Mrs. Wright. If our husbands provide the food for the family, don't you think it is our duty to see that it is properly prepared for the table?

Mrs. Loud. I don't know about that. It is a shame to make a woman a mere cook or washerwoman, when there are so many higher duties of which she is capable.

Mrs. Strong. That's the everlasting song the sphere of woman is the home. To bake and brew, wash and iron, sweep and dust, tend babies, and sew on shirt buttons is all she's fit for. Pshaw! I'm tired to death of such nonsense.

Mrs. Wright. I consider the right to do all this for those I love as a most sacred privilege. To secure the comfort of my husband and family, I think, is my first duty; and if women

didate, or holding themselves ready to perform military duty, if required?

Mrs. Loud. My dear Mrs. Wright, if you think the number of such would be few, I think you labor under a great mistake. I wish your eyes could be opened to see this subject in its true light. It was well enough for our grandmothers to be devoted exclusively to domestic concerns; but women of the nineteenth century have grown wiser. Mrs. Strong, have you ascertained whether we can have the hall or not?

Mrs. Strong. Yes, we can have it by paying twenty dollars. Shall we engage it, and proceed to procure our speakers?

Mrs. Loud. I really don't know what to say. I expected as many as a dozen ladies here this afternoon; but you see they haven't come. It is really astonishing to see how little interest is felt in this momentous question, and how meekly the women of Lakeville wear their chains. I must say, I blush for my sex.

Mrs. Wright. If they are really the subjects of such dreadful wrongs, the poor creatures will find it out some day or other; and till then, why not let the matter rest?

Mrs. Strong. Well, I've got wrongs, if nobody else has; and I've found them out too. My husband says he can't afford to hire a girl, and I have all the work to do; and it's just a slave's life.

Mrs. Wright. You have a daughter, I believe, who is old enough to help you a great deal.

Mrs. Strong. Well, I'm not going to let her, if she is. If her poor mother has to delve at housework, Josephine shan't. Her hands are too soft and white to wash dishes and scrub floors, and she never shall. She can play the piano and sing opera songs beautifullyso her teacher, Professor Stickleback says,

and he ought to know. She's secretary of a Young Ladies' Club; and you ought to hear what fine speeches those young girls make. I shouldn't wonder if they astonished the world some day with their oratory.

Mrs. Wright. Excuse me, Mrs. Strong, but I think it would be for your daughter's future good if she spent more time in helping you and gaining a knowledge of domestic affairs. Mrs. Loud. Is it possible, Mrs. Wright, that you think women ought never to do anything

but housework?

Mrs. Loud; for I'm a poor, persecuted, wronged female, and I always expect to be. [Exeunt MRS. STRONG and JOHNNY.

Enter NELLIE LOUD, covered with coal dust.

Mrs. Loud. Of all this world! Nellie, what a looking child you are! Where have you

been?

Nellie. Freddy and I have been playing we were charcoal pedlers, and we've had a splendid time. Haven't you heard us crying,

Charcoal! Charcoal! under the windows all the afternoon?

Mrs. Strong. It is all very well for you to talk in this way, Mrs. Wright; for you are rich, and don't have to work in the kitchen.

Mrs. Wright. "Tis true I am situated so that I am not obliged to work with my own hands, but I know how such work ought to be done; and if all my servants should leave me at once, I could do every thing myself. They are quite aware of this, and so never try to impose upon me.

Enter JOHNNY STRONG with a dirty face, and holding together a shocking rent in his pants. Mrs. Strong. Why, Johnny Strong, how in the name of wonder did you know I was here? And what a looking young one!

Johnny. One of the boys told me he saw you come in here a while ago, and I thought I'd come and get you to sew up these pants. You know I tore 'em more than a week ago, and they've been growing worse ever since; and this afternoon I've about finished 'em.

Mrs. Strong. I should think you had! Why didn't you get Josephine to mend them?

Johnny. I did ask her, but she was getting ready to go to the club, and she told me to clear out and not bother her. Father has got to go off on business in the six o'clock train, and he's rummaging all over the house for a clean shirt. He says he wishes you'd come home and get up a convention of his clothes, for he can't find anything fit to wear.

Mrs. Strong. Well, I suppose I must go. It's always the way, if I ever go anywhere, or try to do anything out of the old humdrum way, some plaguy thing at home is always sure to bother me. You needn't count upon me any more to help about the Convention,

you deserve a good sound whipping. Nellie. Why, mother, you told me you were didn't going to have a meeting here, and you care where I went to or what I did, as long as I didn't bother you.

Mrs. Loud. Well, I did say something of the sort; but I didn't suppose you were going to take me at my word by getting into such mischief as this. Go and tell Bridget to

change every rag of clothes you've got on. [Exit NELLIE.

Mrs. Wright. Children are all alike, I believe, in this respect; if we do not provide reasonable employment or amusement for them, they will seek it in their own way.

Mrs. Loud. So it seems; and my children do try me almost beyond endurance, sometimes. I suppose it is useless to talk any more about a convention, and I may as well give it up. I don't feel satisfied with the life I am living, and I did hope something might be done to better it. Perhaps your way of managing is the best, after all; and I am half a mind to try it.

Mrs. Wright. Do so, by all means, and, my word for it, you will have your reward in the increased comfort and order of your home, and the affectionate regard of your husband and children. [Curtain falls.

IN Scotland, during the seventeenth century, boxes were placed in the churches for the express purpose of receiving accusations against any who might be suspected of witch

craft.

IN the middle ages many believed that Satan's work was manifest in somnambulism, and that the somnambulist had never been baptized, or had been baptized by a drunken priest.

304.

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Stability. 313. (An apple, IS) — 314. Red. 315. Miami.

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317. Dan. 318. Tar. 319. Washita.

320. Throb, Yager, Corsica, heath, Obe TYCHO BRAHE.

323. Positive (something painful), comparative (an angle), superlative (furnished with projections). 324. Positive (to compel), comparative (a grandson of Joseph), superlative (a young lady saluted.) 325. Positive (something we wear), comparative (firm), superlative word). 326. Positive

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path,

Stands oft in fire upon the hearth;

My second is in Waltham found;
While not on hill, or dale, or ground
Of other kind my whole is known,
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329.

330. Suffix to contest, and get a spectacle. 331. Suffix to a meadow, and get to conduct. 332. Suffix to a vehicle, and get anxiety. 333. Suffix to precise, and get original. 334. Suffix to a piece of ground, and get to overlay. 335. Suffix to a witty person, and get to bet. 336. Suffix to equality, and get a portion.

EVAN ERIC.

Into her mutiny."

CAPT. CUTTLE.

ROBIN HOOD.

We make this wise remark because once in a while some boy or girl, whose "thinking cap" is for the moment laid aside, seems in doubt. S. T. Upid's puzzles are too easy; his telegraph practice is good. - Bostet is a faithful correspondent. Idaho wishes some one to tell him how to find answers to sans pieds. Who speaks first? We suggest that he carefully compare the puzzle with its answer, and he will find his own head work equal to the head work of the Magazine. - Q. Pid will be welcome to our family circle. - Alex may rest easy as to that rebus.

"A" MEANS accepted.

We shall have to put Alex down A. If Harry Guinard, or any one else, will compare the contents of four numbers of our Magazine with any monthly juvenile issued, he will see that we give more reading matter than any magazine of the kind that is published. Has he ever seen one of the Monthly Parts? We sympathize deeply with Architect in his rebus afflictions, and will console him by putting an A to his last. We were glad to hear from Pica. - St. Elmo is A. — Exeter's case will be attended to, and his best head work will be printed. The Young Enterprise does us much honor, for which we make our best editorial bow.

Chip Charlie and Dick Doubledeck are welcome, and perhaps their enigma. - Weccacoe is under the telescope, and we shall see about it. Red Squirrels are in season now, and we have one all the way from Jamestown. Our friend Lucy, in Elmira, sends a very pretty note, and we will tell her and all other Lucys, and their mammas and papas, that we are always glad to receive notes from our young friends, and we always read them with pleasure. The "Annual of Scientific Discovery" is published by Gould & Lincoln, of Boston; price $1.75. Ferox has a good puzzle, but not difficult enough. Ditto for Wolf Penniman.

Horatio is a frequent, but always welcome caller. When a sick boy writes us a long letter in bed, we feel sympathy for him, and

hope that his next will tell us of his recovery. Card Pack will please take notice of this. It is more fashionable than sensible to put "Esq." to the name of every man; it was an English title, and in our country is the proper designation of a lawyer. We like plain "Mr.," but Fox will bear in mind not to use both titles at the same time, for a handle at each end of a man's name is too much! - Pen Holder No. 1 changes his name to Rex.

Whirlwind tells us a little the largest hen story we ever heard, but we are in honor bound to believe him. - What does Skiff mean by his "farewell letter"? He must explain before we allow him to go. The American Journal of Horticulture will probably meet Tommy's views; published by J. E. Tilton & Co., Boston. - Alice is welcome. - Nix is good. - The Locomotive comes in on time. G. Oose can have the numbers he inquires for, for $4.12, he paying postage. - We have some Cute musical puzzles on hand. - Oak will some day find that we like his rebuses.

The fact that we have received friend Bradshaw's letter indicates that he rightly directed it. We thank Will Painter for his good opinion. Capt. Cuttle, Rob Roy, and Remus are prolific in good head work. Charles C. Favis detects an old rebus. Will our friends do their best to be original? Just as we finished that sentence we received a letter full of old puzzles that we solved when we were younger than now! Please don't! - No. 3 of Monthly Exchange is received. - Dirigo is under consideration. - We have not yet seen the Novelty. - Rules for cricket will be published.

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