SUMMER 

 RESIDENT 



IN the lingering evening the clear, mellow song of the 

 Robin is a refreshing reminder of early spring. For 

 many weeks it has been missed from the meagre 

 strains of the small band of wandering minstrels that 

 invade the city. The Robin has not been silent. His 

 sharp note of interrogation has been incessant. His 

 loud alarm has been frequently sounded to announce 

 a hasty journey under the leafy branches. He has 

 called in many tones, announcing himself to his 

 friends. But the melodious, romantic evening song 

 has been hushed silenced by the pressing cares and 

 duties of domestic life. Now that the burdensome 

 and importunate progeny h?ve gone their ways with 

 the hereditary ingratitude of nature, there is an 

 interval of leisure and the song of evening is renewed*. 

 Robins are so familiar that imagination has no scope 

 for endowing them with the wily, intricate virtues 

 and vices of humanity. They are classed among 

 the earliest of spring visitors, because a few remain 



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