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say he is due? Had he been hovering about, 

 these three months, over the edge of Winter, eat- 

 ing berries as these birds sometimes do, when fly- 

 ing insects are scarce ? I ask him the question, 

 but he does not condescend to reply. He only sits 

 there, a complete little stoic, " and submits without 

 complaint to the unavoidable necessity by which 

 all things are governed", sometimes in the fun- 

 niest way turning his searching eye down to the 

 brook, that in answer looks up and laughs, as it 

 runs by. 



THE END. 



