THE STATUE AND THE BIRDS.

HERE was once a little Bird. Such a dear
ae little creature. I wish you could have
known her, but as you didn’t I suppose I
shall have to tell you about her and what hap-
pened to her. She had been spending the winter
in the South and now that the warm summer was
coming, had come back to her Northern home.
She had a mate, and the two were now looking
for a nice, sheltered spot. What for? Guess.
Yes, you are right, it was for their nest.

“Let us build here in this fine, large Oak-
tree,’ said he.

But his little wife said, ‘No, I want a vew
place. Birds always build their nests in trees.
Let us choose a place where no bird has ever built
before.”

Near them was a large white Statue of a man,
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