"It is very cruel, too," How sad the bird would feel?" A little boy hung down his head, He didn't like to tell his name. -L. Maria Child M ROBERT OF LINCOLN ERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Spink, spank, spink, Snug and safe is this nest of ours, Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed, Wearing a bright, black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders, and white his crest, Hear him call, in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Look what a nice new coat is mine; Sure there was never a bird so fine. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Brood, kind creature, you need not fear Modest and shy as a nun is she; Spink, spank, spink, Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight: There as the mother sits all day, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nice good wife that never goes out, 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 Sober with work, and silent with care, Off is his holiday garment laid, 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; Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, When you can pipe that merry old strain, Chee, chee, chee. -William Cullen Bryant JACK FROST 'HE Frost looked forth on a still, clear night, THE And whispered," Now, I shall be out of sight; I will not go on like that blustering train, So he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed With diamonds and pearls; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The glittering point of many a spear Which he hung on its margin, far and near, He went to the window of those who slept, Most beautiful things!-there were flowers and trees, But he did one thing that was hardly fair- |