What Heaven Can Be More Real Than

So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There Was Another Story In The Paper A Week Or So Since. A Gentleman Had A Favourite Cat Whom He Taught To Sit At The Dinner Table Where It Behaved Very Well. He Was In The Habit Of Putting Any Scraps He Left Onto The Cat's Plate. One Day Puss Did Not Take His Place Punctually, But Presently Appeared With Two Mice, One Of Which It Placed On Its Master's Plate, The Other On Its Own.

Peter Was Not Very Well During The Evening. His Mother Put Him To Bed, And Made Some Chamomile Tea: "one Table-spoonful To Be Taken At Bedtime.

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle Made Tea - A Cup For Herself And A Cup For Lucie. They Sat Before The Fire On A Bench And Looked Sideways At One Another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's Hand, Holding The Tea-cup, Was Very Very Brown, And Very Very Wrinkly With The Soap-suds; And All Through Her Gown And Her Cap, There Were Hairpins Sticking Wrong End Out; So That Lucie Didn't Like To Sit Too Near Her.

All Outward Forms Of Religion Are Almost Useless, And Are The Causes Of Endless Strife. Believe There Is A Great Power Silently Working All Things For Good, Behave Yourself And Never Mind The Rest.