"I want to see him smile again, just as he does some days when a hand-organ-man's monkey climbs up to our windows from the street.

"Well, inside there's a hand-organ going all the time, you know" "The wild man?"

You know that a wild man whose spirit had not been utterly broken would never sit there and listen to that hand-organ eight hours every day except Sunday.

The fluent and polished gentleman in chargewho has a dyed mustacheassures us that we have nothing to fear from this 'once ferocious monster of the tropic jungle, with his bestial craving for human flesh,' but that seems a mere matter of form, with the hand-organ going in our ears" "Really," Miss Lansdale beganor tried to.

No prairie-boy will ever carry about a hand-organ and a monkey, or see his sister yoked to the plough, by the side of horse or ox.

Thus we have here the picture: on one side the priest reciting the prayers for the dying; on the other the hand-organ player who excites from the dying woman "an atrocious, frantic, despairing laugh, thinking she saw the hideous face of the poor wretch that stood out against the eternal night like a menace....

That's a good hand-organ," Old Tilly said; and he hummed the familiar tune, and both wheels sped on to the time of it, as it seemed.

Up in one of the shady side yards stood Kent, turning the crank of a hand-organ!

Where in the world did he get that hand-organ?

"Well, I can't grind a hand-organ and pass round the hat like that!"

But a hand-organ which plays fourteen tunes will help to supply the want of a piano, and a guitar in the hands of a ready teacher will do better than nothing.

I need not murmur that my own old hand-organ grows useless, since it has been permitted to grind out the key.

Such people naturally look upon a leak as very lubberly and unprofessional, and therefore scrupulously avoid letting in any water, supplying its place with something more cheery, under the enlivening influence whereof, those who would be puzzled to decide whether a hand-organ was playing "Hail, Columbia!" or "Pop goes the Weasel," lose all false modesty as to their musical powers, and become royally (I beg majesty's pardon) vocal.

O'RAFFERTY LITTLE BARE FEET A RAINY DAY THE HAND-ORGAN BALL "JIM" IN MOTHER'S ROOM SUNSET-LAND THE SURF ALONG THE SHORE AT EVENTIDE INDEX OF FIRST LINES LIST OF DRAWINGS THE LIFE-SAVER, "He's a hero born and bred, but it hasn't swelled his head.

The office-boy hums it, The book-keeper drums it, It's whistled by all on the street; The hand-organ grinds it, The music-box winds it, It's sung by the "cop" on the beat.

And hushed is the roar and the din, When Evening is cooling the sweltering town, 'Tis then that the frolics begin; And up in dim "Finnegan's Court," on the pavement, Shut in by the loom of the tenement's wall, 'Neath the swinging arc-light, on a warm summer's night, They gather to dance at the hand-organ ball.

His skin has a very deep tan; There's Rosy, the cash-girl, and Mame, who ties bundles, And Maggie, who works in the factory, tall; She's much in demand, for she "pivots so grand," She's really the belle of the hand-organ ball.

Professor Spaghetti the music supplies, From his hurdy-gurdy the waltz is sublime; His fair daughter Rosa, whose tambourine flies, Is merrily thumping the rollicking time; The Widow McCann pats the tune with her slipper, The peanut-man hums as he peers from his stall, And Officer Quinn for a moment looks in To see the new steps at the hand-organ ball.

The concert-hall tune echoes down the dark street, The mothers lean out from the windows to see, While soft sounds the pat of the dancers' bare feet, And tenement babies crow loud in their glee; And labor-worn fathers are laughing and chatting, Forgot for an hour is grim poverty's thrall; There's joy here to-night, 'neath the swinging arc-light, In "Finnegan's Court," at the hand-organ ball.

They're about up to that hand-organ stuff of Sig-ner Róssyni, likely.

"Have you got a hand-organ here!"

The hand-organ man. 7.

He took the glass in both hands, and was silently occupied in resuming acquaintance with himself, when a hand-organ came into the court and began playing 'Partant pour la Syrie.' Fougas threw the mirror to the ground, and cried out: "What is that you are telling me?

Every American voter or votress is allowed to keep his or her little intellectual wind-mill, coffee-mill, pepper-mill, loom, steam-engine, hand-organ, or whatever moral manufacturing or grinding apparatus he or she likes.

I had not seen any American clothes for a year, but on Easter Sunday at luncheon I saw the most bewitching array of smart street-gowns worn by the inimitable American woman, who is as far beyond the women of every other race on earth in her selection of clothes and the way she holds up her head and her shoulders back and walks off in them as grand opera is above a hand-organ.