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THE RED-BREAST 



were so proud, but a remembrance, wliicli lasts more or 

 less and disappears entirely as years roll on. For a short 

 while our friends will speak of us with a tear and a sigh ; 

 then all regrets will vanish. Those who have wept on our 

 grave will be consoled, and then disappear likewise, and 

 insensibly and silently forgetfulness will heap dry leaves 

 over our individuality as over thine ! All will have for- 

 gotten the way to our grave, but butterflies and the birds 

 of the skies. It will be a lucky chance indeed, oh robin 

 red-breast, if one of thy brethren wmII come to warble 

 there his friendly strain, the self same song, ever young 

 and ever beautiful! 



'f,i<l"' :^' '.'*' 



