UNDEE APRIL CLOUDS 



" GOOD-MORNING." 



" Ah, good-morning. How are you? " 

 I was on what I suppose is habitually the 

 most crowded sidewalk in Boston, where 

 men in haste are always to be seen betaking 

 themselves to the street as the only means 

 of making headway. A hand was laid on 

 my shoulder. A business man, one of the 

 busiest, I should think he must be, had 

 come up behind me. He was looking happy. 

 Yes, he said, he was very well. " And yes- 

 terday," he continued, " I had a great plea- 

 sure. I saw my first fox-colored sparrow, 

 and heard him sing." 



No wonder his face shone. His condition 

 was enviable. The fox sparrow is a noble 

 bird, with a most musical voice, the prince 

 of all sparrows. To hear him for the first 

 time if one does hear him is a real 

 event. A man might well walk a crowded 



