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OUR HOME BIRDS. 
of Burton-upon-Trent, and was informed that the 
process of incubation and feeding the young went on 
uninterruptedly, even when persons were in the pew 
during divine service. The “ sweet poet of Israel” 
has indeed remarked the partiality of birds for the 
sanctuary in most beautiful strains ; and many per- 
sons must have observed the redbreast in particular 
flitting over the heads of a congregation in our pa- 
rochial churches. One of them for several successive 
years resorted to the church at Dudley in Stafford- 
shire, and its warbling notes were frequently heard 
amidst the tones of the organ and the voices of the 
people. At last, its visits were discontinued, to the 
no small regret of many of the congregation. A few 
years afterward, when the organ was taken down 
to be cleaned, the skeleton of the redbreast was dis- 
covered in one of the pipes, its favorite station hav- 
ing been the summit of the instrument/ ” 
“ Oh !” exclaimed Clara and Edith, with tears 
in their eyes for the fate of the unfortunate little 
robin. 
“ What did he want to go there for, any way?” 
asked Malcolm gruffly, for he wasn’t going to cry, 
and it really was quite a moving story about find- 
ing the little skeleton. # 
“ He probably dropped in there, and could not get 
out again,” replied his governess ; “ but we are not 
