ornithologists," 25
with so much scientific ardor and perseverance that no expedition
seemed dangerous or solitude inaccessible when
he was engaged in his favorite study.

He has left behind him, as the result of his labors, his
great book, _The Birds of America_, in ten volumes, and 30
illustrated with four hundred and forty-eight colored plates
of over one thousand species of birds, all drawn by his own
hand, and each bird represented in its natural size; also a
_Biography of American Birds_, in five large volumes, in
which he describes their habits and customs. He was
associated with Dr. Bachman, of Philadelphia, in the preparation
of a work on _The Quadrupeds of America_, in six 5
large volumes, the drawings for which were made by his
two sons; and later on he published his _Biography of American
Quadrupeds_, a work similar to the _Biography of American
Birds_. He died at what is known as Audubon Park,
on the Hudson, now within the limits of New York city, in 10
1851, at the age of seventy.

--_The True Citizen._

1. Give a brief summation of Audubon's life. What
does his name stand for?

2. How many birds can you identify by sight? By
song? What winter birds do you know? What is the
first migrant bird you see in the spring? Name some
birds that stay with us the year round.

3. If you are interested in birds you will enjoy
looking through Chapman's _Bird-Life_; Burroughs'
_Wake-Robin_; Gilmore's _Birds Through the Year_;
Blanchan's _Bird Neighbors_; Miller's _The First
Book of Birds_. You should make a list of these in
your notebook for summer reading.

4. In this connection make up a list of five poems
about birds; five about flowers; five about trees.
For good reading on trees, see Dorrance's _Story of
the Forest_.

MEMORIAL DAY, 1917

BY WOODROW WILSON

Spoken at Arlington to the veterans of the Federal
and Confederate armies. There were present men in
khaki soon to carry the spirit of America to the
battlefields of France.

Any Memorial Day of this sort is, of course, a day touched
with sorrowful memory, and yet I for one do not see
how we can have any thought of pity