sounds like a moral boy out of the spelling-book, who was so lazy that he fell into a pond, or so fat that he couldn't see out of his eyes, or so avaricious that he locked up his cake till the mice ate it, or so determined to go a bird's-nesting that he got himself eaten by bears who lived handy in the neighborhood.

I tell you what I should like. We are so harmonious, and you have been a blacksmith, — -would you mind it?”

“I shouldn't mind anything that you propose,” I answered, “but I don't understand you.”

“Would you mind Handel for a familiar name? There's a charming piece of music by Handel, called the Harmonious Blacksmith.”

“I should like it very much.”