2 EVERYTHING IS MADE

The robin in singing its song, the .spar-
row in building its mest, the swallow in
pursuing its insect prey, the doves in their
fond interscurse with each other, the busy
crow in feeding its young—all seem made to
enjoy their existence, and all seem to ac-
complish the design for which they were
created.

The busy bee in storing away its honey,
the bustling ants in carrying on the various
affairs of the hill, the grasshopper in playing
his little fiddle, the butterfly in his search of:
the sweetest flower, even the beetle in rolling
his ball, the cricket in chirping beneath a
heap of stones, and the spider in making
or mending his net—all appear to be in pur-
suit of happiness, and all seem to obtain it,

And the squirrel, skipping from tree to

tree, the mouse in gnawing a hole to get at
_ the meal, the frog in the brook, the toad in
his burrow of earth, the wild deer in the
forest, the sheep upon the grassy hill side,
the cows in the meadow, the dog at his mas-
ter’s side—these all declare that they are

in pursuit of enjoyment, and that they find
what they seek.