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uay." The dog would not take no for an answer, but continued his 

 caresses, and even took hold of the young man's pants to pull him 

 along. He finally concluded to see what the dog wanted ; he took 

 his gun, the dog taking the lead, and followed through a thicket of 

 wood into a pasture, where they found a neighbor's horse cast and 

 nearly dead. Some assistance was called, the horse relieved, and 

 the dog seemed perfectly happy. 



The Birds. 



WHAT say the little birds, who come on a bright morning, and 

 sing among the trees ? Mary says that they say Bobolink ! and 

 Pe-dee-de ! and Chess-a-wess ! and Jo White ! Jo White ! But what 

 does all this mean ? Edward thinks that God knows what the birds 

 mean when they sing; and no doubt Bobolink means something like 

 this : 



Bobolink. 



How I love the morning dew, 



Sparkling on the lily spray ! 

 How I love the sky of blue, 



Beaming on the birds to-day ! 



Pee-dee-de. 



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How I love the forest-trees, 



Where the birds may build a nest 



Where the chilly northern breeze 

 Cannot reach their nightly rest ! 



Chess-a-wess. 



While I cleave the morning air, 



Having neither house nor home, 

 God will have me in his care, 



Freely, gladly, may I roam. 



Jo White. 



Jo White killed a little bird, 



And before the morning light, 

 Died, without a single word 



Poor Jo White ! Jo White ! ! Jo White J ! ! 



