BISHOP seemed, under a large tree with wide-spreading branches, and when the curtain went up we saw the kind fairies- they were not any older than Alice who brought her strange dreams. It is pleasant traveling in Wonderland. Alice had scarcely started when she met the White Rabbit "splendidly dressed" in a jaunty jacket, as you see him in the picture, and in woolly rabbit-skin trousers, a high collar and bright red necktie. In his waistcoatpocket he wore his watch, like any other gentleman. He was a very timid rabbit, and the first word sent him scurrying away. The green Caterpillar sat smoking its hookah on the mushroom and made Alice recite, "You are old, Father William," while the foliage in the background opened, and there we saw the old man turning his somersaults, standing on his head, balancing the eel on his nose, kicking his son downstairs. The Duchess, who was much better-looking than her pictures, though ugly enough, came in with the baby; the cook, neat and pretty, her sleeves rolled up, a fresh white cap on her curly hair, followed with her pepper-pot and the Cheshire Cat, with his grin. The latter was as accomplished as the PAWNS Carroll's book. When little Alice stood between the tall green Gryphon, whose brilliant wings flapped with every movement, and the awkward Mock Turtle, whose long tail dragged on the floor, I thought of Beauty and the Beast. Only here were two Beasts to one Beauty. It would be simply impossible to describe all the things I dreamed with Alice that afternoon. For her dream did not end with the trial of the Knave of Hearts, who stole those tarts and took them quite away; or when the little Dormouse slept in the very face of the court, and the White Rabbit as Herald blew many blasts on his trumpet, and the Mad Hatter, tea-cup in hand, gave his evidence, and Alice herself pronounced the verdict - "Not guilty." Without once waking up, she went straight from Wonderland into Looking-Glass Country, where white and red chessmen sang and danced, Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall and had his great fall, and Tweedledum and Tweedledee fought their great battle. If you only could have seen Tweedledum and Tweedledee, fat over-grown boys with tiny caps on their heads, when they and Alice played Hare wore a staring red waistcoat, and around his left ear was a wreath of roses. He looked very mad. So did the Hatter, in blue and white plaid trousers and an enormous gray hat placarded with its price. As you know, it was always tea-time with them, and, drinking and eating, they began at once their talk- mad as themselves. Every now and then the Dormouse woke up for a minute, to join in, with the prettiest little voice. I wish you could have heard the story of Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie who lived at the bottom of a well on treacle, and the solemn way in which, when Alice said they must have been very ill, it answered, "So they were! very ill!" But what a sleepy Dormouse! Down went the little gray head after every few words, and the March Hare had to push and push it to keep it awake till the end of the story. But then it was such a very young Dormouse; not more than six years old certainly. When the Mad Hatter and the March Hare had carried out the table and the sleeping Dormouse, I was sorry to see they did not play croquet with flamingoes and hedgehogs. However, the Mock Turtle and the Gryphon danced the Lobster Quadrille, and that is a sight only to be seen in dreams, I can assure you. The two "creatures" looked exactly as they do in the pictures in Mr. ALICE, THE MOCK TURTLE, AND THE GRYPHON. (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY ELLIOTT AND FRY, LONDON.) "Here we go round the mulberry bush"! Why, such great fun they seemed to be having that it made one feel like jumping up, joining hands, and going round the mulberry bush with them. And the way Tweedledum cried over his rattle! I know a little girl who, when she is angry, screams so loud her father calls her "the Tuscaroarer "; but her screams could not compare with Tweedledum's. And then the battle! To see those two big boys who ought to have known better, tying blankets and bolsters around their waists, and sticking coal-scuttles on their heads, well, if it had not all happened in a dream, certainly it would have shocked a careful housewife. After the Carpenter and the Walrus had eaten up the oysters, and the Lion and the Unicorn had fought for the crown, Alice was made Queen, and gave her party, to which all the Chessmen came. The Cook brought in the Leg of Mutton on a big dish, and up it jumped and made a bow; the Plum Pudding walked in, and when Alice cut out a great slice, a little wee voice, very like that of the Dormouse, cried from the inside : "I wonder how you would like it if I were to cut a slice out of you!" Almost at once the banquet hall, the new queen, and all her guests disappeared, and Alice was again sleeping in the big chair under the tree. Once more the fairies waved their wands, and this time Alice rubbed her eyes. "Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" she said when she awoke. "And a pleasant dream, too," I think all those who woke up with her said to themselves. Just let me say a few more words, to tell you that one of the charms of the performance was the pleasure of the children who took part in it- and all but two of the performers were children. You TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE. (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY ELLIOTT AND FRY, LONDON.) forgot that they were not playing merely to amuse themselves. That they were working seemed as unlikely as that birds are practicing their scales when they sing. Alice's dream ended in due time; but that is no reason why she may not dream again. The pantomimes of last winter came to an end; but this season new ones will take their place, and may you and I be in London to see! No. II. "FELIX HOLT." name BY JULIA MAGRUDER. JOB TUDGE was a little boy whose father and mother were dead; and, as his grandfather was old and poor, one of the neighbors, whose was Felix Holt, had taken Job home, where he and his mother could care for the child. "Job was a small fellow about five, with a germinal nose; large, round, blue eyes, and red hair, that curled close to his head like the wool on the back of an infantine lamb." One day little Job cut his finger and came to Mr. Holt to have it bound up. Mr. Holt was a watch maker, but also had a class of small boys whom he used to teach as he sat in front of a table covered with his watch-making tools. He was sitting in his place when Job came to have his finger doctored. "Two benches stood at right angles on the sanded floor, and six or seven boys, of various ages up to twelve, were getting their caps and preparing to go home." As Mr. Holt took Job on his knee and began to tie up his tiny finger, a young lady came into the room. Job had never seen her, although she was a friend of Mr. Holt's. She looked sad and was really in trouble; for she felt very much afraid that Mr. Holt was angry with her because of some words she had said the last time they had met; and she had come, under pretext of having her watch examined, to say that she was sorry and to ask his forgiveness. Mr. Holt went on with his task, saying to the young lady, whose name was Esther Lyon : "This is a hero, Miss Lyon. This is Job Tudge, |