Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-06-17
TIE YOUR loa FRl8N.Ds
The Y elbow. Birds.

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their nest under little Mary7s win
dow. The window WAS ali covered
over andhldden by th e long branch
es Of the woodbind winch had
clamDered up and dr9oped over it.
II was among thethic k green leaves
OF this woodblne thai the yellow
birds had made their nest, and Ma,
ny would sit for hours at the win
dow, and look at the pretty nest
with four little eggs ib it, and the
old birds watching themso carefully.
She called them all her own, be-
cause the nest was built so close 10
her window, she coul u sit in her
room and look at ii, but PEG pie
passing by could not be it at all, it
was SO hidden BY the woodbine.
Mary was a good little girl; she
tried both to do right and to feel
right about everything 3. Some
children think that if they do not
act wrongly, it is enough, and they
may feel cross, or selfish, or discon-
tented as often as they please, ii is
no matter. Now, this is not so,
we must not only do d ur duty, but
we must do it cheerfdlly,,
Thus Mary was very happy, for
the good are always SO, and she
spent many pleasant moments
watching the birds, AMI giving them
food. She always bid them agood
night" before she went to bed, and
early in the morning she ran to The
window TO see if they were Safe
SO, for several weeks She watched
her birds and talked to them as ii
they were her friends.
Mary was soon, how Ever, in great
distress about her little pets.
There was a violent shower one
night, and the rain beat upon the
" indows SO hard that i Mary had
not been sleeping very quietly, She
would have been at OF ice alarmed
for the fate OF her birds. But in
the morning, when she ran as usu-
al to see them, she fouI d The wood
bine all torn by the wind. and the
pretty{nest destroyed.
The old birds were flying around,
crying most piteOusly,P and NJ ary
soon began to cry too The So n
was shining as brightly as ever, ar d
everything looked refreshed by the
rain; but there lay tho fragments
OF the nest, and the It'll eggs W eIe
broken and strewed around.
ooh, my birds. my dear little
birds!'' sobbed Mary; F'the stor5 h
has destroyed your hoI me-" Sh 81
stayed by the window, moaniH g
over lie misfortune Of the night,
until the breakfast>beI IL rang +
When she went down. her eyds
were red with crying an d she loolt>
ed very unlike the happy little sill
she usually appeared Her kind
father and mother oh served the
change, and tenderly. eHquired the
cause. Theywere sorry orthe birds
hat had lost their plea ant home,
and for their little girl who had lost
such pretty playmates.
sit is rig ht, my child,I said her
chat you should grieye for
four birds, but you must not forget
he great good in the trilling evil
Do you not see that the s anne show
er which beat down the woodbine,
has made everything arc tnd US look |
bright and glad? You are very
young. now, Mary, an D as you
grow older, you will find many
hings to trouble you,-ml any things
which will seem as hard as this, but
you viii learn, | hope, before then,
hat God is ever good ?
"But was God good to let the
lest be torn DOWN" asked Mary.
eyes, my dear, if a greater good
was caused by the rain, as it surely
vas. But, Mary, you have been
nurmuring because LIE has allowed
1our treasure to be taken away; have
you thought 10 thank Ii i'm for CIV
ne it to you SO long?''
Mary knew she had n OF, and ev-
r after when she met with cause
or grief, she remembered the birds
lest, and her fathers words,