[3]THE BIRD SOLDIER.
Little bird! you had better let thatcannon alone; I am afraid you willsoon fall by its side. But what areyou firing at? You don’t mean to letus see; never mind—only be sure thatyou don’t kill yourself, nor any bodyelse.
Can it be that you are doing all thatfor play? If so, you must be veryfond of fire-works. But you hardlylook cross enough to kill any body.
If you do such a thing, you knowwhat must be done; you will eitherbe hung, or put in prison for life: butthey don’t hang much, now-a-days;so, perhaps, they will only shut youup.
“Firing my cannon, to kill Robin Redbreast;”
“Because he has stolen the eggs from my nest.”
[5]IS IT A FUNERAL?
What is that? A bird’s funeral?So it seems, for the bird in the wheelbarrowcertainly appears to be dead,and another one is wheeling him tothe grave; or perhaps he found himdead, and is going now to carry himhome. But what is that bird, with acap on, doing? Did he shoot the poorbird? He has a gun; but I shouldhardly think he would follow hisneighbor to the grave, if he was hismurderer.
Tell me, children, if you can, howit was, and who did it, for it looks likea sad affair. Do people ever get intosuch kinds of trouble? They oftendie, and too often kill each other.Learn a lesson from this, never to getangry, lest you some day kill yourfellow-creature.
[7]THE CANARY.
Little Amelia was told, one beautifulspring morning, that she might takeher bird into the yard. She had notbeen out of doors