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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Yol. I.
BIRDS IN SUMMER.
OW pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Hpril Flitting about in each leafy tree :
/*4p) In the leafy trees, so broad and tali.
•|CT Qj Like a green and beautiful palace hall.
Ko With its airy chambers, light and boon,
G That open to sun and stars and moon,
That open unto the bright blue sky,
And the frolicsome winds as they wander by 1
They have [left’their nests in the forest
bough,
Those homes of delight they need not
now;
And the young and the old they wander
out,
And ti’averse their green world round
about;
And hark! at the top of this leafy hall,
How one to the other they lovingly call :
“Come up, come up!” they seem to
say,
“ Where the topmost twigs in the breezes
sway I”
“ Come up, come up ! for the world is
fair,
Where the merry leaves dance in the
summer air!”
And the birds below give back the cry,
“We come, we come, to the branches
high !”
How pleasant the life of a bird must he,
Flitting about in a leafy tree :
And away through the air what joy to
go,
And to look on the green bright earth
below !
How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Skimming about on the breezy sea,
Cresting the billows like silvery foam,
And then wheeling away to its cliff-Built home !
What joy it must be, to sail, upborne
By a strong free wing, through the rosy morn,
To meet the young sun face to face,
And pierce, like a shaft, the boundless space!
How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Wherever it listeth, there to flee ;
do go when a joyful fancy calls,
Hashing adown ’mong the waterfalls ;
Inen wheeling about with its mates at play,
Above and below, and among the spray,
MACON, G-A., OCTOBER 19, 1867.
Hither and thither, with screams as wild
As the laughing mirth of a rosy child !
What a joy it must he, like a living breeze,
To flutter about ’mong the flowering trees :
Lightly to soar, and to see beneath
The wastes of the blossoming purple heath,
And the yellow furze, like fields of gold,
That gladden some fairy region old !
On mountain tops, on the billowy sea,
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; On the leafy stems of the forest tree,
! llow pleasant the life of a bird must be!
Mary llowitt.
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LITTLE DONG TONGUE.
i TITLE LONG TONGUE is a great
vjjlA story-teller. AVe do not mean to
say that he writes stories for the
newspapers, but that he tells sto-
ries. To be plain, little Long
Tongue is in the habit of telling lies!
The other day lie broke a glass tumb
ler. He put the pieces together again,
and set it where it had been. Afterward’
when his mother wished to use it, it fell
apart in her hands. She asked him who
broke it, and he said he did not know.
Just think of that ! But that is not all.
! One day he and his little sister were play-
J ing in the garden. lie got angry with
j her, and struck her, so that she went in-
to the house crying. Ilis mother
asked him what had taken place,
and he said lie thought a bee had
stung her.
He knew very well that it was
not so, but lie thought his mother
might punish him, and so he told
a lie to hide what he had done.
Thus he committed a second sin
to cover the first.
In this way little Long Tongue
tells lies every day. Just think
of it!
I wonder if he knows that An
anias andSaphira were suddenly
struck dead for telling lies ?
Little Long Tongue ought to
read what God says about liars :
“Ail liars shall have their part in
the lake which burneth with fire
and brimstone.”
We hope he will quit this ugly
and sinful habit, and learn always
to speak the truth.
Smart Boy.
Ma, if you will give me a peach I
will be a good boy.’
“ No, my child, you must not be good
for pay; that is not right."
‘• Yo U don’t want me good for nothing,
do you ?”
is the only gift in which God
has stinted us; for lie never entrusts us
with a second moment till he has taken
away the first, and never leaves us cer
tain of a third. — Fenelon.
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