APRIL IN BERKELEY. 



HERE is an indescribable 

 gladness among the fields 

 and over the hills as the 

 birds come hurrying and 

 crowding back from their winter sojourn 

 in the south, at the genial invitation of 

 spring. The warm promptings of their 

 hearts urge them to love-making, and 

 the sacred duties of the nest once more 

 engross their devoted little minds. It 

 is at such times as this that we are 

 most closely drawn to our feathered 

 friends by ties of sympathetic feeling; 

 for are they not enacting the same life 

 drama that we enact, with their heart- 

 burnings and jealousies, their unsatisfied 

 longings and tender loves, their watch- 

 fulness and care of the young? There 



