NATURE'S CAROL SINGERS 



old wooden bridge crossing the river 

 Eden. It was close upon Christmas , the 

 air was biting cold, and everything clad 

 in the crystal purity of a heavy hoar 



frost. Just 

 as I ap- 

 proached 

 the river, 

 day was 

 breaking, 

 and my at- 

 tentionwas 

 arrested by 

 a sweet , 

 silvery 

 snatch of 



DIPPER AND NEST. 



