Is thy nest made of the sunshine,

And the fragrance of the spice,

And cradled round with happiness,

Sweet bird of Paradise?

MERRY’S MUSEUM.


Vol. VIII. DECEMBER, 1844. No. 6.


The autumn is past, and winter is upon us. Come, boys, get your caps and mittens, your greatcoats and your thick shoes; come, girls, put on your wadded hoods and your warm shawls, and let us have a ramble.