generous little girl; we thank her for her offer of prayers, and hope to hear from her soon again. Another little person, a boy up in Maine, asks us to tell him something about the World's Fair. Well, now, we think that we know a way of getting out of this difficulty. We will call upon our little friends, east, west, north and south, for a short description of the World's Fair; and to the boy or girl who sends us the best description of the World's Fair we will send a beautiful prize in the shape of an excellent book. Here is your work: Where will the Fair be held? How long will it last? What good will it do? Write this in a letter to us, and we will publish the letter with the winner's name in the May Rosary. My! My! What a splendid letter we received from a little Rosarian in Haverhill, Mass.! She read "Tessa's Blossom Time" with great pleasure, but thought it too short in January's number. So it was, but we had to make room for something else. Just as it would be very nice to print our little Haverhill friend's letter, but we have no space to spare. We are glad that "Teresa" is fond of reading, and we notice with much pleasure that her favorite author is very popular as a Catholic writer, and we hope soon to give our Little Ones one of his best stories. We have another letter from "Kitty," New York City. Do you like to have your beautiful name of Catharine covered up in the noiseless, meaningless fur of "Kitty." Well! well! No doubt you submitted to that nickname without a murmur, and thought "Kitty" sounded nice. Now hear how much nicer Catharine sounds! Well, little ones, you are all attending school, and therefore you have the happiness of possessing the great St. Thomas Aquinas as your special patron: You know that the Holy Father selected him as the universal patron of Christian Schools. "HE only is great who has the habit of greatness, who after performing what none in ten thousand could accomplish, passes on like Samson, and tells neither father nor mother of it."--Lavater. "THOSE passionate persons who carry their heart in their mouth are rather to be pitied than feared; their threatenings serving no other purpose than to forearm him that is threatened." -Fuller. MISS MATILDA MEOW'S ACADEMY. MARGARET E. JORDAN. I SAW, one day, the funniest school, All their words were "meow" or "purr-r-r;" "How to catch mice," "How to love birds," The day or the night before, because His head was bandaged, one eye was closed. 66 Was busy scolding as she could be. From the third place he took the last. Kept out of mischief all they could. He was ready for mischief any minute, He "bought" them all with goodies, you know; But never a piece with him was found! Oh! the funniest sight of all to me 'Twas funny, and yet 'twas wicked, I know; I look at the picture and smile at it now, Master Tom Cute, how could you do it? No matter, I'll call again some day. "IN doing good we are generally cold, and languid, and sluggish; and of all things afraid of being too much in the right. But the works of malice and injustice are quite in another style. They are finished in a bold, masterly hand, touched as they are with the spirit of those vehement passions that call forth all our energies, whenever we oppress and persecute."—Burke. "A REAL spirit should neither court neglect, nor dread to bear it."-Byron. MY FUGITIVE FRIEND. S. H. G. It was a fine summer's evening in a grand old city in the south of Europe, and I had gone out for an evening walk. My hall door stood open as usual, and the porter, Luigi, was at his post in the hall, when a gentleman rushed in, and passing him like a flash, bounded quickly up the stairs. Luigi followed him at once, but had scarcely reached the inner door leading to the staircase when others came running in hot haste behind him. He immediately closed and bolted the door from within. "Open! let us in! let us in quickly!" they cried in a chorus as they rushed against the bolted door. 66 Easy, my friends, easy- pazienza figluoli," said Luigi with a calmness quite in contrast with their breathless clamoring. "No strangers will enter here till my master comes home." "But we are no strangers, my man," said one of the besiegers in a very imperious tone; "we are police. The criminal is here and we must get him." "What!" cried Luigi, becoming indignant; "what have we to do with criminals? Be off! Go look for your criminals where you're likely to find them." "I command you, sir, to open the door," said the police officer solemnly. "I tell you, sir, in the name of my padrone that I won't," said Luigi with equal gravity. "We'll force an entrance." "Do it if you dare, but I can tell you you're likely to regret it." 44 Now, men," said the police officer to his two comrades, "I am going to the station to report the matter. Take no further steps till we get the magistrate's sanction, but take care that the fellow does not leave the house." In the meantime I returned after my walk and was surprised to find two policemen outside the street door, and the inner door locked. Luigi opened it for me but closed it again carefully without a moment's delay. "What's the matter, Luigi," said I. |