SONG SPARROW. 
_ infelicity ’; so when the little fellow wiped his bill on 
the twig, and sang again the doleful strain, I fitted, in 
imagination, these words to it: 
Ba a a i 
HSS i DT . aa D4 El 07 i Pn (ee 
TOyvAa @ | ¢ d ; Ao So 
2S) Lian Te 
then, taking my cue from another singer, I whistled 
a reply as follows, 
00 A ll oo 
w 74 5.0 Te a a Be De Te ee Oe CT 
TAY P| | | eo 1 C/ | Ow 
AS 1 RS BD 
nas a LS se BE I “60 
Sad, sad, whatatale She may return tomorrow. 
of sorrow! 
and went back to my neglected paint-brush; and sure 
enough on the following day, which dawned bright and 
clear, up from the meadow came the happier strain in 
the major key, with the welcome news,— 
8 
Py et ee ot eee 
a. Si a os = i) 72 DA Be) ee ee Ae — eB 
AAAS 2 GS FR eS AS OS EN es 
El a eer We BE) 
