A FEW OF THE PRIVILEGES. "Gintlemin," exclaimed an Emerald-Islander who was holding forth to an assemblage of men on the advantages of belonging to a society of which he was president"Gintlemin, I couldn't begin to tell ye half the privileges appertainin' to a mimbership in this society, but I'll thry to tell ye a few. First, whin ye are sick, it'll not be pertaters an' tay ye'll be gittin', but foine cuts of roast bafe an' lashin's of the best whiskey. Nixt, whin ye are dead, ye'll have such a foine funeral that the folks on the sidewalk 'll be afther askin', wid their eyes stickin' out like a lobster's, 'Shure who's in the coffin ?' An' whin ye are buried we'll take such exsadin' good care of your wives and children that they'll all be rejoicin' greatly because they're widders an' orphans."

A LIVELY COMMOTION.

"Oh, Uncle James!" exclaimed an ecstatic young Boston woman, as she held her skirts in one hand and pointed at the hen-house with the other, "and is that where you keep all the dear little chickens and hens ?" "Yes," assented her agricultural relative, "an' the dear little roosters too. It's called the hennery, Penelope."

"The hennery! Isn't that lovely? And now, uncle, you must show me the piggery, and the cowery, and the horsery, and duck and goosery, and everything."

And then the hens began to cackle, and the pigs began to grunt, and the cows began to moo, and the horses began to-to kick, and the ducks began to quack, and the geese began to hiss-which was a proper thing for the geese to do-and the high-stepping roosters tiptoed up and down, and altogether there was a lively commotion.

FARMER SKINFLINT HAS

"OH, HE LOOKS

JULY HOPES.

YOUNG SKINFLINT ALSO IN THE DUMPS. CAN'T GET A CENT TO GO TO THE CIRCUS.

(Sudden gleam of hope.) "HELLO! I SAY! HERE, MIRANDY! HERE, YOU TOM! BRACE UP! 'WAY OFF I SEE A STRANGER. BET HE'S LOOKING FOR SUMMER BOARD."