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Show "ritual 11w&ical, admired, the "Such ia the atory of the B~~~:u::~ ~~ apri~g; finally a qrou little joy of the meadowa, _and ~:fllerun.wlily in the lnrder. Hill Blhr"Y contain-a 8enaualillt who expwlell . n of all little birdll and little boyll; warning a moral, worthy :::a:ea~:: and intellectual purauit8 wh~~ raille.d him them to ·"~ep to . ·n the early part of hu career; but to 30 hi{Jh a pitch of popularity dun gnd diaaipattd indnlyence, which to e11chew all lendencu ~ that_ gro~~e a: untimt:lu tnd."-WASH.INGTON brought thill mialaken litlU bird to JnvlNG: Wolfert' II Roo•t. A WILD STRAWBERRY THE Swiftwater brook was laughing softly to itself as it ran thl'Dugh a strip of hemlock forest on the edge of the Woodlings' farm. Among the evergreen branches overhead the gayly-dressed warblers,- little friends of the forest,-were flitting to and fro, lisping their June songs of contented love: milder, slower, lazier notes than those in which they voiced the amourous raptures of May. Prince's Pine and golden loose-strife and pink laurel and blue hare-bells and purple-fringed orchids, and a score of lovely flowers were all abloom. The late spring had hindered some; the sudden heats of early summer had hastened others; and now they seemed to come out all together, as if Nature had suddenly tilted up her cornucopia and poured forth her treasures in spendthrift joy. I lay on a mossy bank at the foot of a tree, filling my pipe after a frugal lunch, and thinking how hard it would be to find in any quarter of the globe 85 |