"Oh, yes!" replied Uncle Oscar. "I have heard it in England; and there, too, I have heard the skylark and the nightingale, neither of which birds we have in America. But we have the mocking-bird, one of the most wonderful of song-birds."
"I wonder if the cuckoo would not live in America," said Arthur. "I should like to get one and try it. I would take good care of it."
"It would not thrive in this climate, Arthur."
UNCLE OSCAR.
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WORK AND SING!
You must work, and I must sing, That's the way the birdies do: See the workers on the wing; See the idle singers too. Yet not wholly idle these, They the toilers do not wrong; For the weary heart they ease With the rapture of their song. If our work of life to cheer We no music had, no flowers, Life would hardly seem so dear, Longer then would drag the hours. Like the birdies let us be; Let us not the singers chide; There's a use in all we see: Work and sing! the world is wide. EMILY CARTER. |
