AUNT ETHEL--"Well, Beatrice, were you very brave at the dentist's?"

BEATRICE--"Yes, auntie, I was."

AUNT ETHEL--"Then, there's the half crown I promised you. And now tell

me what he did to you."

BEATRICE--"He pulled out two of Willie's teeth!"--_Punch_.

He was the small son of a bishop, and his mother was teaching him the

meaning of courage.

"Supposing," she said, "there were twelve boys in one bedroom, and

eleven got into bed at once, while the other knelt down to say his

prayers, that boy would show true courage."

"Oh!" said the young hopeful. "I know something that would be more

courageous than that! Supposing there were twelve bishops in one

bedroom, and one got into bed without saying his prayers!"

Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend

To mean devices for a sordid end.

Courage--an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.

Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,

Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.

Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above,

By which those great in war, are great in love.

The spring of all brave acts is seated here,

As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.