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sister, and said to himself, "Probably they are anxious about me; but I will let them see that I can take care of myself." As he said this he tried to feel very brave, but he really longed for the pleasant nest and the shelter of his mother's wings. Just then he heard the cockrel crowing right merrily. He had often heard it before; but now it sounded dreadfully loud and near at hand; and indeed it was so, for presently Mr. Cock came marching by, his head erect, and the comb on his foretop glowing like fire. Dick ran to the lilac bush, and trying to conceal himself in some of the lower branches, trembled like a leaf in the wind. Here at last he fell asleep, with his head tucked under his wing. When Mr. Robin returned from his labor of love, he found his wife and family in deep affliction. Poor Molly lay exhausted at the bottom of the nest, her limb being more firmly secured to it by the exertions of her mother to remove it. Jack and Katy kept up a succession of plaintive cries, while their mother hopped from one bough to another, her tail jerking and her wings flapping in distress. They all began at once to repeat the sad story of Molly's detention, which Mr. Robin listened to with sharp cries of pain. He hopped into the nest, but the poor bird begged so earnestly not to be disturbed at present, that he postponed trying to remove the string until another day. "Come, darlings," said he, "I will sing you a song, to try to cheer your spirits." He flew to the Observatory at the top of the tree, and warbled forth,-- "See, the morning lights the skies; Open, birdie, ope your eyes; The trees begin to blossom fair, And fling their odors on the air; And every balmy zephyr brings Health and sweetness on its wings. The plants within the garden beds Begin to lift their pretty heads. We, merry birds, extend our throats, And carol forth our sweetest notes. The hen, with all her little brood, Comes clucking round the door for food; Around the yard the pigeons fly; The stately geese, with heads so high, Are marching off to swim and scream, And sport upon the glassy stream. The fields are smiling all around; You cannot hear one jarring sound; There's nothing harsh, there's nothing sad, But all seems beautiful and glad. O, how delightful all we see! And if to robins, such as we, So much of loveliness is given, How ve
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