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THE YOUNG FLORIST. 



Let us set down on the rocks and 

 listen ; it is the Red Thrasher, by some called 

 the Planting bird, but his proper name is the 

 Thrush ; he seems to give grateful utterance 

 of praise to the beneficent Benefactor, for the 

 profusion and beauty by which he is surrounded. 



M. Now his song ceases, and there he 

 goes ; how he spreads his full tail as he flies. 



J?, There goes his mate after him, their 

 plumage is a kind of cinnamon color. See, 

 they have settled upon that large oak. Hush, 

 he has commenced his song again. 



M. How touching his notes, — how T cheer- 

 ing it must be to the farmers in the field 

 yonder, who are so busily planting Cast- 

 ing their eye toward the woods, near by, they 

 observed the edges of it highly ornamented 

 with small trees completely covered with 

 flowers of a pure white ; — they immediately 

 directed their steps to them, and found it was 



