A RISING GENERATION. 



'""THROUGH the long days of summer, under the 

 pleasant skies of May-time, and in the sunny 

 weeks of June, day by day fresh multitudes of birds 

 leave their nests, and enter upon the battle of life. 



Woods and hedgerows are astir with troops of newly- 

 fledged birds, whose querulous cries and peculiar dress 

 are easily distinguished from the clear notes and 

 perfect plumage of their parents. 



What a world of wonder meets the wide eyes of 

 these young children of the air ! 



For some of them, alas ! what disenchantment is in 

 store, in the rains of November and the snows of 

 January. 



There are birds who know their fatherland only in 



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