confidence in the little fellow were quite as rema as his patient interest in their movements. 2. One day the parents were missing. What ha pened to them we never knew; but they were gone hours, and we feared they had been killed. The c were in great distress. And when the hot sun down on the unprotected and naked bodies of the birds, and it was feared they would die, permissi sought to feed them. Suitable food was given hungry little fledglings, who eagerly devoured it, to the joy of all, the mother-bird appeared. 3. Such a rejoicing as there was on all sides! Th dren in the house and the children in the nest were e delighted. The latter for a while kept up an earnest chattering with their mother, telling her-so Lu sisted the whole story of their distress, loneline hunger, and of the kind and loving little hands th fed them with so much care and such affectionate in 4. Our little feathered family soon removed to t den, where they carried with them their remembra They were tame and fa their friends in the house. and wherever the earth was dug over, they would around us with the fearlessness of little chickens, k about our feet, perching on the hoe-handle when di from our hand, and slipping quietly off when it v 5. But clouds gathered over the happy scene. bright little spirit whose gentleness and loving and goodness had won for him all hearts, in one week passed from the enjoyments of earth to a hea home. His sister, spared to us, but still suffering the same epidemic, came back again, the following s to find that our catbirds had for a third time reconst ed. les! The chil t were equally earnest, eager -so Lucy inoneliness, and ands that had onate interest. ed to the garmembrance of and familiar; would come xens, keeping when dropped en it was re their nest, only to be destroyed by a neighbor's cat. Though the garden is filled with their descendants, none of them have equalled their parents in their confiding and trustful disposition. 6. We have missed their welcome in May, when we have revisited our country home; for no spaniel ever manifested more joy to greet its master than our catbird did on the last spring he was with us. He would fly back and forth, overhead, alight on the ground, just a few steps in front, wherever we moved, accompanying our steps, and evincing his apparent desire to greet us by his outpouring of song and by his antic movements. 7. The power of mimicry of the catbird, though limited, is often very striking and entertaining. He is very far from being the equal of the mocking-bird. The more difficult notes he cannot successfully imitate, and when he tries he ludicrously fails. 8. But the whistle of the common quail, the clucking of a hen calling her brood, the cries of young chickens for their mother's aid, the notes of the pewee, and the refrain of the towhee, he will repeat with perfect exactness, so as to deceive even the birds themselves. 9. We were once crossing a swampy thicket, when the sound of "Bob-white!" so like the cry of a quail, caused a useless search for that bird. It ended in our espying the author in a catbird snugly hid away, and apparently enjoying the cheat. At another time we have known the catbird call off a brood of young chickens, greatly to the annoyance of the old hen. 10. To its own family the catbird is devoted and constant in its care and attentions. To each other it is affectionate, kind, and sympathizing in time of trouble; known to bring up another brood, not its own, t been taken from their mother's nest and placed n of its kind friend. 11. We hope we have said enough of the good q of our favorite bird to teach our young folks to trea loving, confiding creatures with kindness, and to c their good-will. They deserve your good-will, an will repay with their charming songs, and their charming and affectionate confidence, your kind ment of them. Re-paired'. Mended; refitted. An'tic. Odd; grotesque; ridiculous. Lim'it-ed. Having bounds Con'stant. Unchanging; fa KNOW the song that the bluebird is singing, Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging. Brave little fellow! the skies may be dreary, Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. Lat es ese ate ney lly eat mits. land g, or eated called a dis ful cr Hark! was there ever so merry a Up in the apple-tree swinging an 3. Dear little blossoms down under 4. Little white snow-drop, I pray yo Bright yellow crocus, come, open Lis'ten. Hearken; give ear. A-while'. And the slender branches spread far and wide, 4. Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea Grain by grain, they are building well, 5. Moment by moment, and day by day, Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high, 6. The gentle wind and the balmy air, Train. An orderly company. Rear'ing. Raising up. Cease'less-ly. Perpetually; without Verd'ure. Green; the gree MR. R. OWEN, a worthy farmer in Vermont, ga eldest son, Benjamin, to the Federal cause, late fearful struggle. One day a message arrived |