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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, -fgSf- %, / j' Isis tI4 f > i * HY ■i \ " > ; On the leafy stems of the forest tree, ! llow pleasant the life of a bird must be! Mary llowitt. — 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. iNT o. 16.