extreme head of the procession two other teams of horses were attached to the ends of the ropes to give direction to the line, though there was much more likelihood of the horses being run over than of their doing much good. Many of the schools had banners to carry at the head of their lines, and all the children of the schools of the city had received badges which entitled them to the freedom of the streetcar lines of the city for the entire day. As rapidly as one relay completed its part of the course, the children stepped back, at a signal walls should stand,- a reminder of the days when the population of the city consisted of the builder of the house and his family. The man who erected the building, Colonel J. H. Stevens, is yet alive, and but for illness would have been present at the celebration. The building was erected forty-six years ago not so long a time in the Eastern States, but a quite extended period for a city in the newer West. The house was built on the banks of the Mississippi River, within sound of the roar of the Falls of St. Anthony, now the motive-power from the bugler, and the waiting relay ad- for the mills of the largest flour-manufacturing vanced and seized the ropes. center in the world. The relay thus relieved then took the cars for the park, and there awaited the building. At the end of five hours the odd procession reached the beautiful park. Here the mayor of the city, the members of the board of park commissioners, and representatives of other departments of the city, formally received the old house, and it was turned over to the park board to be maintained as a home for various interesting relics as long as its weather-beaten It will be many days before the children of the schools of Minneapolis forget the time when, ten thousand strong, with banners flying and cheers resounding, and the stirring notes of the bugler's horn ringing out on the soft May air, they moved this humble but historic building to its last peaceful resting-place, Where the Falls of Minnehaha Flash and gleam among the oak-trees, NELLY (ON THE BALCONY): "I DON'T CARE IF IT DOES RAIN A LITTLE NURSE AND I ARE GOING TO TAKE DOLLY TO SEE THE COACHING-PARADE. " IN MAY. BY THOMAS TAPPER. IN May the gardener goes around Always peeking at the sky. And while he works with all his might I watch and make him do it right. Now with my iron spade and rake, ONE night when the house was dark and still, Of the hobby-horse and the woolly dog, And the trumpeter made of tin: What time they went a-hunting, For to see what they could win. Slyly through the door went they, "Now let us hunt!" the dog he barked; And blew a merry blast. The dog he barked; the horse he ran; The trumpeter blew his horn; And over the house they hunted the mouse Through kitchen and through dining-room,— Through parlor and through hall they chased, The hobby-horse knocked down a chair; The dog fell in a pail; The trumpeter reached for the mouse, But only touched its tail! They hunted the mouse all over the house, They thought at last they had it fast, Then back to the nursery they crept, This is the tale I heard them tell THE PROUD BIRD OF GENEVA. THE bird of Geneva sits up on his perch But you just pull a string that 's attached to his leg, And he changes his dignified mien. His head and his tail tumble flipperty flop — He's the sorriest bird ever seen. VOL. XXIV.-88. |