BEAUTIFUL BIRDS. 



THE FOREST. 



you live in the country, I daresay you 

 often go into the woods. And very 

 pleasant it is there. You may find the 

 blue-bell and the white anemone, and you 

 may see the little squirrel sitting on the branches 

 of the trees, or else leaping from bough to bough. 

 You may think there are no woods so deep and 

 shady as these. The grassy paths may seem like 

 labyrinths ; and the stillness so profound, you may 

 fancy, as the poet did, that the spirits of the w T ood 

 wait and hold their peace while you pass by. 



