...us a very graphic picture of the value of birds in the poem entitled, "The Birds of Killingworth." "Think every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhero the birds are singing evernn. re." Then you...

...is commonplace, if we had only eyes to see its splendor." 'T is always morning somewhere, and abore The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. HW LONGFELLOW. Lo ! here hath been dawning another blue day : Think ! wilt thou let it slip useless...

...e"eV c^ughfl. Whose/Habitations, in the treeftopi evejiyj Are halffway] houses on the road to heaven.i Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams, As...

...e'er caught ! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! " Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above THE BIRDS OF KILLINOWORTIl. The awakening continents from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing...

...your hearts are the birds and the sunshine, In your thoughts the brooklet's flow." — Longfellow " Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...birds renew Their old melodious madrigals of love l And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening...

...your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat-of-mail, And crying havoc on the sing and snail. Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, Jrom shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. Longfellow. I quote from my old reports...

...yonr man-at-arms, Crushing the bee;le in his coat-of-mail , And crying havoc on. the sing and snail. Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim. leaf-latticed windows of the grove. How )ubilant the happy birds renew Their old melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember,...

...man e'er caught. Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven. Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love I And when you think of this, remember too *T is always morning somewhere, and above The awakening...

...windows of the grove. How jubilant the birds renew Their old melodious madrigals of love!" "And when we think of this, remember too 'Tis always morning somewhere:...above The awakening continents, from shore to shore The birds are singing somewhere evermore." But two of the sweetest songsters in all the world we know...

...belonged to heathen Rome, and made oblations to the Gods. Bountiful Nature rejoices, for— "' T is always morning somewhere, and above The awakening...shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore." The suburb of Pegli extends to the right of Genoa, and in the midst of the hotels of this cosmopolitan...