Another cat comes after her mice,
    A cat with a dirty face,
    But she does not hunt as our darling did,
    Nor play with her airy grace.

    Her stealthy paws tread the very hall
    Where Snowball used to play,
    But she only spits at the dogs our pet
    So gallantly drove away.

    She is useful and mild, and does her best,
    But she is not fair to see,
    And we cannot give her your place dear,
    Nor worship her as we worship thee. 
    A.S.

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Miss ORANTHY BLUGGAGE, the accomplished strong-minded lecturer, will deliver her famous lecture on “Woman and her position” at Pickwick Hall, next Saturday Evening, after the usual performances.

A weekly meeting will be held at Kitchen Place, to teach young ladies how to cook.  Hannah Brown will preside, and all are invited to attend.

The dustpan society will meet on Wednesday next, and parade in the upper story of the Club House.  All members to appear in uniform and shoulder their brooms at nine precisely.

Mrs. Beth bouncer will open her new assortment of Doll’s Millinery next week.  The latest Paris fashions have arrived, and orders are respectfully solicited.

A new play will appear at the Barnville Theatre, in the course of a few weeks, which will surpass anything ever seen on the American stage.  “The Greek Slave, or Constantine the Avenger,” is the name of this thrilling drama!!!

    Hints

If S.P. didn’t use so much soap on his hands, he wouldn’t always be late at breakfast.  A.S. is requested not to whistle in the street.  T.T please don’t forget Amy’s napkin.  N.W. must not fret because his dress has not nine tucks.

    Weekly report

    Meg—­Good. 
    Jo—­Bad. 
    Beth—­Very Good. 
    Amy—­Middling.

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As the President finished reading the paper (which
I beg leave to assure my readers is a bona fide copy
of one written by bona fide girls once upon a time),
a round of applause followed, and then Mr. Snodgrass
rose to make a proposition.
“Mr. President and gentlemen,” he began,
assuming a parliamentary attitude and tone, “I
wish to propose the admission of a new member—­one
who highly deserves the honor, would be deeply grateful
for it, and would add immensely to the spirit of the
club, the literary value of the paper, and be no end
jolly and nice.   I propose Mr. Theodore Laurence
as an honorary member of the P.  C.  Come now, do
have him.”
Jo’s sudden change of tone made the girls laugh,
but all looked rather anxious, and no one said a word
as Snodgrass took his seat.