10. The performance generally ends by their upsetting the basket. I once received a snake in a basket, and let the monkeys unpack it. They have a mortal horror of a snake. When they found out the contents of the hamper, they were off in double-quick time, and it was a long time before they would come down from behind the cast of a very large salmon on the top of the book-shelves.

11. The mischief this bright pair do is appalling. One day a scene of havoc was discovered in the bed-room. It was known the culprit was "The Hag," and that she must be in the bedroom. The servants were called up and the room searched thoroughly, sofa and other pieces of furniture moved, and the whole place thoroughly examined; still no "Hag" could be found. The hunt was given up, but a strict watch kept.

12. At last, after she knew the hunt was over, and we were waiting for the old lady to come out from somewhere, just the top of her head and her bright eyes were seen in the looking-glass on the table, the original of the reflection being on the top of the great old-fashioned four-post bedstead, crouched down behind the board, like a rifleman in a pit, "looking to see how we were looking," and as quiet and noiseless as a marble bust.

13. The monkeys' principal companions in the house are a very valuable talking parrot and a handsome French Angora cat. Tiny, when loose, renders the lives of these creatures miserable. The parrot had originally about fourteen handsome red feathers in her tail. Now she can only muster three feathers: Tiny has pulled all the rest out.

14. Tiny runs and jumps round and round the cage, and pretends to steal the Indian-corn. The poor bird turns round and round, with her feathers all the wrong way, and

pecks at Tiny, fighting her as an old woman up in a corner defends herself from a lot of mischievous, teasing streetboys. While protecting her corn, Polly forgets her tail; and Tiny watches her opportunity and tears out a handful of feathers at a time, and off she goes like a shooting-star. When the cat is asleep in front of the fire, Tiny's great delight is to creep noiselessly up behind and pull the fur out; and, if that does not wake her, she will get the end of her tail in her mouth and give it a bite, and this operation soon starts the cat.

These pockWhen empty

15. The worst of the monkeys is that they have pockets in which to pack away the goods they steal. ets consist of a pouch on each side of the face. these pouches are not observable, but yet the owners can stow away an immense amount in them. It is great fun to see how much they will hold; and this is done by giving them an unlimited supply of acid drops. They immediately fill their pouches as full as ever they can cram them, and I find they can pack away about twenty acid drops in each pouch.

16. One day several things were missing. At once I thought of the monkeys. I caught them and searched their pouches, a pretty safe find for stolen goods. In "The Hag's" pouches were a steel thimble, my own gold fingerring, a pair of pearl sleeve-links, a farthing, a button, a shilling, and a bit of sweet-stuff.

17. There is no trouble to catch the monkeys. I have only to open the door of their cage and say, " Cage! cage! go into your cage! Quick march!" and they go in instantly, like the good beasts they are. The parrot has caught up these words, and, when the monkeys are running about, often cries out, "Cage! cage! go into your cage!"

18. I fear that if the poor monkeys could read the characters I have given them, they would not be much pleased with me. I must, therefore, say something of their good qualities. They are both very amiable and affectionate, and there is not the least humbug about them. If they steal, it is only because it is their instinct to do so. and for the pure innate love of mischief; and nobody can blame them. They understand every word I say, but at the same time are occasionally most disobedient.

19. Although my monkeys do considerable mischief, yet I let them do it. I am amply rewarded by their funny and affectionate ways. The reader may wonder that I like to keep my monkeys at all in my house; but I do like to keep them, and nothing whatever would induce me to part with them. My monkeys love me, and I love my monkeys.

FRANK BUCKLAND.

37.- THE MONKEY.

MONKEY, little merry fellow,
Thou art Nature's Punchinello! 1
Full of fun as Puck could be,
Harlequin might learn of thee!

Look now at his odd grimaces!
Saw

you ever such queer faces?
Now like learned judge sedate,
Now with nonsense in his pate.

Look now at him! gently peep!
He pretends he is asleep,-
Fast asleep upon his bed,

With his arm beneath his head.

1 Pun-chi-nel'lo, the buffoon in a puppet-show

1. AMONG the more conspicuous of the puzzles of natural history are the strange and weird animals which are popularly known by the terse title of bats, and scientifically

by the more learned name of cheiroptera, a term derived from two Greek words signifying a hand and a wing. 2. In the older times some authors placed the bats among the birds, while others assigned them a position among the quadrupeds, because they can walk on the earth. Some, again, who admitted the mammalian nature of these creatures, scattered them at intervals through the scale of animated beings, heedless of any distinction excepting the single characteristic on which each took his stand, and by which he judged every animal. These are but a few of the diverse opinions which ran riot among the naturalists of