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IN SESSORES. 
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 w r ell-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 
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 
House Wren. 
