A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD. 



>.' ' T N those welcome intervals in 

 the bitter weather, when the 

 vanes have all veered round to the 

 southward ; when the biting east no 

 longer threatens to dry up the milk of human kindness 

 in the most genial soul ; when from a fair blue heaven 

 the warm sun smiles down upon the leafless land- 

 scape, the birds untaught by old experience and 

 bitter memories hail with delight the first glimmer of 

 returning spring. 



The tender music of the robin and the noble 

 melody of the song-thrush give us in their dulcet strains 

 some foretaste of the ballad concerts of the April copses. 



