While underneath the eaves

The brooding swallows cling,
As if to show their sunny backs,

And twit them with the spring.

God bless the little girls with their needles, and may they never forget the poor!

How oft have you told me a story
Of wonder, of pathos, or mirth;
Of warriors covered with glory,

Or peasants ennobled by worth!

You have lived in the country of strangers;
You have travelled by land and by sea;
You well know the world and its dangers,
And impart your experience to me.
I shall treasure the sound information,
By you, my dear grandfather, taught,
When I enter a world of temptation,
Where knowledge oft dearly is bought.
Meantime, still remain my adviser,
My faults still indulgently see;
And make me grow better and wiser,
By the care you bestow upon me.

Wonderful Sagacity.

A FRIEND in P, New Hampshire, tells us the following remarkable case of brute reason, which occurred the last summer. He had a pair of colts, with one owned by a neighbor, out to pasture, about half a mile from the house. One day, two of them came trotting up to the door, neighing very singularly. At once it was conjectured that something had befallen their missing comrade. Upon going to the pasture, he was found hung upon the fence alive, but very much swollen and exhausted. The grass was eaten to the ground near him, and he had apparently been in that situation one or two days.

The colts that came up to the house to give the alarm had been obliged to jump quite a high fence.

There is another beautiful instance of animal sagacity which we find in the papers :

At Braintree, towards evening, a hound belonging to Mrs. E. Vinton, came home, and went toward one of her sons, fawning and caressing him. "Tray," said he, "you want another woodchuck, do you? I cannot go this afternoon. I killed one for you yester

uay." The dog would not take no for an answer, but continued his caresses, and even took hold of the young man's pants to pull him along. He finally concluded to see what the dog wanted; he took his gun, the dog taking the lead, and followed through a thicket of wood into a pasture, where they found a neighbor's horse cast and nearly dead. Some assistance was called, the horse relieved, and the dog seemed perfectly happy.

The Birds.

WHAT say the little birds, who come on a bright morning, and sing among the trees? Mary says that they say Bobolink! and Pe-dee-de! and Chess-a-wess! and Jo White! Jo White! But what does all this mean? Edward thinks that God knows what the birds mean when they sing; and no doubt Bobolink means something like this:

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