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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 18G7, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. Vol. I. Written for Burke’s Weekly. WILLY AND HIS COUSIN LILY. BY KATE CLAREMONT. RP in the loft the old cat lay, and four strange lit tle creatures lay beside her. Tramp, tramp, tramp —all in the large and was IPe and activity, for larvest time, and farmer Williams and his men had no idea of being the last in a harvest field. “Run, Tom, and bring the big pitch fork,” said the far mer to one of the lads. Up the ladder Tom ran, and then suddenly came to a halt. Now Tom ha ted all cats, and particularly young kittens. He stood still, in amazement at sight of the old cat and her kittens, but the pitch-fork was got, and Tom descended from the ladder. “Master,” said Tom, “the old cat is in the loft, and four little kittens with her. Had’nt I better drown them at once ? “By no means,” answered the farmer; ’“leave them alone; don't touch one, ad ded he quickly, for he well knew Tom s antipathy to cats. At dinner, the farmer told his little son Willy of Tom’s discovery. “O, father!” exclaimed Willy, “please show them to me.” “No, my son,” said farmer Williams, “ wait a while.” MACOIST, GrA., JANUARY 11, 1868. So Willy waited till evening. “ Father, ain’t you most ready to show me the kittens yet?” “No, my dear,” again replied the-far mer, “wait at least a week. They are not big enough to play with yet.” Meanwhile, Puss, after she had been discovered by Tom, whose tricks and cruelties she well knew, moved the kit tens farther otf in the loft, and kept them hid a month; so that even when the week was out, Widy had no chance to see them. Two months after the discovery of the kittens by Tom, W illy’s little cous in Lily came to see him, and Willy, who had long since found the kittens, and v as very fond of them, showed them to hei. One was white all over, except the tip of her nose, one was black all over, one grey, and one white with black patches. “O! Willy, let’s name this one Snow drop !” said Lily. “Snow-flake would be prettier,” said Willy. “I like Snow-drop a great deal the best.” “ And I think Snow-flake a hundred times better.” “ I said Snowdrop before you said Snow flake,” contended Lily. “ She’s my kitten, and I’ve the best right to name her,” retorted Willy; “she’s not yours at all—she’s mine.” “Ili-ty, ti-ty,”said the farmer, “what’s the matter here?” “ Lily wants to name the white kitten Snowdrop, and I want her named Snow flake. She’s mine, anyhow.” “ I’m the visitor,” said Lily. “You’re a very rude one,” replied Willy reluctantly gave in. “ To prevent another quarrel, I’ll name the kittens myself,” said the farmer. “Name the black one Jet, the Grey one Tabby, and the other Spot.” “Well, so we will!” and “Those are nice names !” exclaimed the childien. <. xj nc le Williams, can’t I have one of these kittens?” said Lily. ayes, any one you want,” answered the farmer, turning off. “I’ll take Snow,” said Lily. “ You can’t have her; I want her my self. You may have Jet.” “ Uncle Williams said I might have any I wanted, and I prefer Snow.” No. 28 Willy. “ I don’t care,’’ said Lily stoutly; “ I didn’t know what a very bad boy you were be fore.” “ Stop, stop,” said the farmer, “ you musn’t quarrel over th e kittens. As neither of you seem to have any objec tion to the firtd part of the name, suppose you name her Snow.” “Well,” said Lily, brightening up, and