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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, 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. Condensed for Burke’s Weekly. “FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED.” ; R. SUDBERRY was a ’ successful London mer chant. He was a fat, rsturdy little man, about fifty years old, and with a smooth, bald head. He was £r grU .a man of quick, violent tem per, and in his fits of anger f f often did the most unreason able things. One summer, Mr. Sudberry deter mined to spend a few months in the country, and as he was a man of means, he hired a residence in the highlands of Scotland. Their new house was embowered amid the blue hills. It was a simple old building, having an oblong front, two sides and a back, six windows and one door, which was nearly al ways left open. The morning after their arrival, Mr.Sudberry came down stairs a little late. When he reached the breakfast room, and put his head in at the door to see whether his wife was there, he was struck absolutely dumb by the tableau that met his gaze. There was nothing in the aspect of the room itself to surprise him. It was homely and neat. The table was spread with a clean white cloth, on which the breakfast things were care fully arranged; but on the edge of the table sat a large black cat, calmly breakfasting off a plate of delicious fresh butter. With its fore legs on the table and its hind legs on the floor, stood a large which ( was either looking in vain for something it liked, 01 admiring the energy with which two hens and a bantam rooster picked out the crumb of a loaf of bread. Half of the loaf had been devoured by*the trio, and at the MAOON, GrA., FEBRUARY 22, 1868. moment of Mr. Sudberry’s appearance the bantam’s body was half buried in it, with nothing visible to the horrified mas ter of the house except his tail. “She-ee-w!” roared Mr. Sudberry, as he rushed into the room and whirled his arms like the saddle of a windmill. The cat vanished through the window; the f&sJjfH 1 i iff 111 HI l g9H| IP iniiii |[ i '"^^B?i^Kii: ■Wr ■» | :‘||||:f^K® Pi mjp l|litti#S /««" fiSlllßi B ill ‘HI m 1 IlSi iiiii! / JBLgBBI Hi iIEJSI t ' #BMW poultry, thrown into convulsions of ter ror, flew screeching round the room, searching for a door or window; while the goat, true to its nature, ran at the enemy, and with its head down attempt ed to punch him in the stomach. By an active leap, Mr. Sudberry escaped the charge; but the goat turned to renew the attack, when the door opened, and in rushed the servant and the two little Sud berrys. Overwhelmed by superior num bers, the animal darted through the door way, along the passage, and out of the front door, where it met a servant boy, on whom it wreaked its vengeance by planting in his chest the punch which had been intended for his master, and laying him fiat of his back on the green grass. No other mishap occurred, and af ter quiet was restored, the family as sembled for their first Highland breakfast, thankful that their morn ing visitors had left them anything to eat. Playing Like a Christian. I heard of two little children, ahoy and a girl, who used to play a great deal together. They both became converted. One day the boy came to his mother and said : “ Mother, I know Emma is a Chris tian.” “ What makes you think so, my child ?” “ Because, mother, she plays like a Christian.” “ Plays like a Christian ?” said the mother. The expression sounded a little odd. “Yes,” replied the child; “if you take everything she’s got, she don’t get angry. Before, she was selfish , and if she didn’t have everything her own way, she would say, 1 1 won t play with you; you are an ugly boy.’ ” “ Father,” said a cobbler’s lad, as he was pegging away at an old shoe, « they do say that trout bite like every thing now.” “Veil, well,” replied the old gentle man, “ stick to your w r ork and they won’t bite you.” No. 34: