The crow may not have the sweet voice which the fox in his flattery attributed to him, but he has a good, strong, native speech nevertheless. How much character there is in it! How much thrift and independence! Of course his plumage is firm, his color decided, his wit quick. He understands you at once […]

It is sure to be a bright March morning when you first hear the bluebird’s note; and it is as if the milder influences up above had found a voice and let a word fall upon your ear, so tender is it and so prophetic, a hope tinged with a regret. There never was a […]

A wistful note from out the sky, “Pure, pure, pure,” in plaintive tone, As if the wand’rer were alone, And hardly knew to sing or cry. But now a flash of eager wing, Flitting, twinkling by the wall, And pleadings sweet and am’rous call,– Ah, now I know his heart doth sing! O bluebird, welcome […]