Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow, like me. Robert of Lincoln at length is made Half forgotten that merry air; "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows, but my mate and I, Summer wanes; the children are grown; Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old strain, Chee, chee, chee." - William Cullen Bryan MARJORIE'S ALMANAC. R° OBINS in the tree-top, Green things a-growing Everywhere you pass; Showers of silver dew, Fringéd elm, and larch, Don't you think that May-time's Pleasanter than March? Chestnuts in the ashes All the afternoon, Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June? Little fairy snow-flakes Shadows come and go; Tinkling through the snow; Pleasanter than all? MONKEY Thou art Nature's Punchinello! Full of fun as Puck could be, Look now at his odd grimaces! Now like learned judge sedate, Look now at him! gently peep! With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, Ha! he is not half asleep; Monkey, though your eyes were shut, You shall have it, pigmy brother! L THE PIGEON HOUSE. OOK! here's a pretty pigeon house! A pigeon with his little wife And family may dwell. Their beds are only made of straw, The rooms are dark and small; Because they don't dispute and fret At home and on the wing. How soft and low their cooing sounds, Then far into the woods and fields, |