uld be weary of providing for their wants; but our
heavenly Father never forgets, and never grows weary. He hears the
ravens when they cry, and not even a sparrow falls to the ground
without his knowledge. "Are ye not much better than they?" our Saviour
said to his disciples, when endeavouring to teach them to trust in the
love and parental care of God, and not to be anxious in regard to
their temporal welfare.

If God so cares for the birds, whose lives are short, and who have no
souls to live in another world, will he not much more care for those
who are made in his image, and for whom the Saviour died?

No good thing will he withhold from those who walk uprightly, who try
to obey his commandments, and look to Christ for salvation from sin. I
hope, my dear children, when you see the birds, you will remember
God's love to them and to you.

I have given you all I know of the history of one day of the robin's
life, but Eddie will observe it while it lives in its house in the
honeysuckle, and will tell me all he sees of its domestic
arrangements. I hope to tell you with what kind of a carpet it covers
the floor, and what it hangs on the walls, and how it brings up its
little children, if it should be so happy as to have any to gladden
its quiet home, and cheer it with their chattering tongues. I am sure
it will have pretty flowers and green leaves for pictures to look at,
painted by One whose skill no artist can rival; and it will need no
Cologne for perfume for the breath of the honeysuckle is more
delicious than any odour which the art of man could prepare.

CHAPTER II.

GOING TO HOUSEKEEPING.

I promised to tell you more about the nest in the honeysuckles. Eddie
has observed it with great attention, and has kept me well informed in
regard to it. I have stepped out upon the porch with him, and,
kneeling down, and looking over the side, I have had a peep myself at
this wonderfully contrived home of the robins. It is partly supported
by a cornice, which runs around the porch, and gives it a firmer
foundation than the small branches of the honeysuckle could do.

But I must not forget to tell you about the finishing of the nest.
The second day, the robin was at work before six o'clock in the
morning; so you see birds are early risers, and like to have their
work done in good season. They know how pleasant it is to see the rosy
dawn, and welcome it with their sweetest strains of music. I wonder
how many of m