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short tail tipped with yellow and magnificent 

 top-knot, he wins applause — and so on for 

 pages we could write, and not even then give 

 "honorable mention" of all the plumaged song- 

 sters who visit us in summer and winter. They 

 are all welcome and our garden hospitality is 

 cheerfully accorded, because they pay as they 

 come and go. 



"June overhead! 

 All the birds know it, for swift they have sped 

 Northward, and now they are singing like mad; 

 June is full-tide for them; June makes them 



glad, 

 Hark, the bright choruses greeting the day — 

 Sorrow away." 



June is the month of roses and birds, both 

 are garden necessities and blessings. 



The first Rose that opens is greeted like an 

 expected old friend after a long absence. The 

 next day there are four or five and then they 

 produce by the handsful. The glory of the 

 rose is its profusion. The whole Rosaceae 

 family has this heartiness. It flings its beau- 

 tiful petals down from the apple-trees by the 

 thousands and shakes showers of them out 

 from the cherries and plums. The first brood 



