15. The robin warbled forth his full clear note For hours, and wearied not. 16. Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home is high in heaven, 17. W. C. BRYANT. Where wide the storms their banners fling, Ofttimes, tho' seldom seen, J. G. PERCIVAL. The cuckoo, that in summer haunts our groves, CARLOS WILCOX. 18. The merry mocking-bird together links, CARLOS WILCOX. 19. Along the surface of the winding stream, 20. The robin to the garden or green yard, Close to the door, repairs to build again Within her wonted tree. CARLOS WILCOX. CARLOS WILCOX. 21. And in mid air the sportive night-hawk, seen Flying awhile at random, uttering oft A cheerful cry, attended with a shake CARLOS WILCOX. 22. The whippoorwill, her name her only song. CARLOS WILCOX. 23. The yellowhammer by the wayside picks CARLOS WILCOX. 24. The flippant blackbird, with light yellow crown, 25. Or some tall flag, and, gently rocking, sits, With sonorous notes Of every tone, mix'd in confusion sweet, CARLOS WILCOX. The forest rings. CARLOS WILCOX. 26. The bird whose pinion courts the sunbeam's fire. CHARLES SPRAGUE. 27: Ever, my son, be thou like the dove; 28. A free, wild spirit unto thee is given, BISHOP DOANE. Bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome! 29. Hark! how with love and flutt'ring start The skylark soars above, And with her full, melodious heart, Bird of the pure and dewy morn! Floats up where life and light are born, MRS. AMELIA WELBY. BIRTH.-(See ANCESTRY). BLACKSMITH-FARMER-PEASANT. 1. Here smokes his forge; he bares his sinewy arm, 2. Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield, GAY'S Trivia. Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; 3. He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, 4. His corn and cattle were his only care, 5. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. DRYDEN. DRYDEN. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 6. From labour health, from health contentment springs; Contentment opes the source of every joy. BEATTIE'S Minstrel. 7. The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; Are strong as iron bands. H. W. LONGFELLOW. 8. Week in, week out, from morn till night With measur'd beat and slow. H. W. LONGFELLOW. 9. How blest the farmer's simple life! 10. The cobbler's all depends upon his awl, C. W. EVEREST. And sheer's the merit of the tailor's shears; Or move his plane along the timber's plane, Or with just rule adjust his iron rule, Must fain admit his skill he does not feign. BLINDNESS. J. T. WATSON. 1. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; Irrevocably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day. MILTON'S Samson Agonistes. 2. O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd. MILTON'S Samson Agonistes. 3. Thus with the year Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 4. Nor to these idle orbs doth sight appear 5. Ah! little know they of the dreamy sadness MILTON. That shadows o'er my spirit's viewless urn, Amid the bright band gathering round our hearth, MRS. A. B. WELBY. 1. BOASTING. The honour's overpaid, When ne that did the act is commentator. SHIRLY, |