THE LORY. 
I WENT, a few days ago, to see an old Lady whom 
I know, who has a Lory in a cage in her room. 
The Lory is a bird : it is not only red and blue, but 
has many gay hues as well : it does not sing, but it 
can talk : it will say a word or two so well that we 
can make it out, but a good deal of its talk is not 
so easy to find out. It will not say any word that 
it does not hear over and over many a time, for it to 
get it well into its mind. It will hold its head on 
one side and look very hard at any one who says 
the word to it, and then it will try if it can say it 
too : in time it will be able to do so, and then it 
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