leans I placed a looking-glass beside the place where she usually sat, and the instant she perceived her image all her former fondness seemed to return, so that she could scarcely absent herself from it a moment. It was evident she was completely deceived. Always when evening drew on, and often during the day, she laid her head close to that of the image in the glass, and began to doze with great composure and satisfaction. 9. In this short space she had learned to know her name, to answer when called on, to climb up my clothes, sit on my shoulder, and eat from my mouth. I took her with me to sea, determined to persevere in her education; but, destined to another fate, poor Poll, having one morning about daybreak wrought her way through the cage while I was asleep, instantly flew overboard and perished in the Gulf of Mexico. ALEXANDER WILSON. 86. -THE PARROT: A True Story. THE deep affections of the breast By human hearts. A parrot, from the Spanish main, Full young and early caged, came o'er, To spicy groves where he had won For these he changed the smoke of turf, But petted in our climate cold, He lived and chattered many a day; At last, when blind, and seeming dumb, He hailed the bird in Spanish speech; T. CAMPBELL. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same that in my school-boy days. I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, To seek thee did I often rove And I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed bird! the earth we pace An unsubstantial, fairy place, That is fit home for thee! WORDSWORTH. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, Seekest thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge1 of river wide, 1 marge, margin, |