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JEANNIE MILLER. JEANNIE MILLER is a very happy and contented young wife, although she and her husband are very poor. She is not too grand to scrub floors and keep her little cottage nice and neat, although she formerly had servants to do all this for her. But she loves her husband and her little children dearly, and is never so pleased as when she is working for them. Maggie does all she can to help Mamma; she dusts the room and makes her own bed, and is so useful that her Mamma often says she does not know what she should do without her. They are expecting Papa home now, and Jeannie has set the tea-things ready for his tea. Even little Baby-boy seems to know that Papa is coming, for he is stretching out his tiny hands and crowing with delight; and when Papa comes in he will take him and toss him to the ceiling, and Maggie, Papa, and Baby will have a fine game of play. .

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REMEMBRANCES. JOHN ANDERSON and Matthew Judkins are sitting together, talking of the times when they were young. “Do you remember, Matthew," says John, " that merry Whit-Monday we spent at Greenwich the day old Joe Price was married ? Ah! we could sing and dance and kiss the girls then, with the best of them. My legs are rather stiff for dancing now-a-days, but still I think I could get through a country-dance even now, with the help of my stick. And my old woman, what a dancer she used to be! You wouldn't think it, perhaps, but she was the prettiest girl and the best dancer in all Kent; were you not, Sally? Ah, well, well, those times have gone by, and our grandchildren have their turn to-day; and let them enjoy themselves, I say, as we did when we were young! Though I'm past seventy, yet still I like a good piece of fun, as my twenty-five grandchildren know very well.”

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A DAY'S FISHING. HARRY set out one fine morning to walk to a stream some miles off, and have a good day's fishing. He carried his fine new fishing rod across his shoulder and slung his basket, which he hoped to fill with fish, and his thick boots, for wading in the mud, across his back; and his good dog Gluck ran by his side. Both master and dog were in a very joyous humour, and the one sang and the other barked to the loudest pitch of their voices. But this noisy conduct, far from enticing the trout that Harry hoped to catch, frightened them all away. Directly they heard Gluck's loud bark the little fish swam away as fast as ever they could, and Harry could not get one of them to be foolish enough to swallow his bait. So he went home, after all his trouble, with his basket empty, and was finely laughed at by his sisters, to whom he had boasted before starting of the quantity of fish he should catch.

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