12'J THE TAWNY THRUSH'S BROOD. 



we heard no lamentations. But we did hear 

 from every impenetrable tangle in the woods, 

 the baby-cries of young thrushes ; and we ven- 

 tured to hope that no hawk or owl or squirrel, 

 or other foe in feathers or in fur, had carried 

 off the nestlings of that brave brown-eyed 

 mamma. 



