LIFE OF MR. AND MRS. WREN. 
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wandering in loving companionship among the 
roses and through the delicious honeysuckles 
and woodbines. At night, nestling closely 
together, in some quiet nook, they are lulled 
to sleep by the zephyrs breathing softly 
through the foliage of the trees, and by the 
beautiful song of the whip-poor-will afar off, 
and the nearer chirping of the cricket and 
katy-did. And so through all the beautiful 
summer their lives pass like a fairy dream. 
And when the first cool nights of September 
admonish them of the approach of winter, they 
bid adieu to all their friends and the familiar 
scenes around them, and leisurely journey to 
more southern climes, where, among the palms 
and magnolias, in the warmth and sunshine, 
they know nothing of the rigors of the season 
in which many of their neighbors that they left 
behind them are now struggling. 
Truly the Wren should be among the hap- 
piest of all created beings ; and are they not ? 
Let us ask the next one we meet, and see 
what his answer will be. 
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