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ward we shall take some notice. Who does not love 

 the first sight of the House Wren, as he returns to 

 us after his long winter rambles in the south ? His 

 sweet and sprightly song is the very key-note of 

 Spring, speaking of cloudless skies and verdant fields, 

 of balmy air and music from the groves, of frolics 

 among the wild flowers and rambles with the butter- 

 flies; it speaks of love and joy and happiness among 

 the myriad hosts of merry choristers, who are wing- 

 ing their way from tropical climes to join in the 

 grand harmony of Nature. Let us read what Wilson 

 says of the Wrens : 



" This well-known and familiar bird arrives in Penn- 

 sylvania about the middle of April, and about the 



8th or 10th of May 

 begins to build its 

 nest, sometimes in 

 the wooden cornice 

 under the eaves, or 

 in a hollow cherry- 

 tree, but most com- 

 monly in small box- 

 es, fixed on the top 

 of a pole, in or near 

 the garden, to which 

 House Wren. he is extremely par- 



tial, for the great number of caterpillars and other 

 larvae with which it constantly supplies him. If all 

 these conveniences are wanting, he will even put up 

 with an old hat nailed on the weather-boards, with a 

 small hole for entrance ; and, if even this be denied 



