Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1871-08-03

modest little flower as you'd see In a
week together; and when the weather
is moist, and fit quite close to the
ground after those tiresome insects,
she often has little rain-d drop or two
in her white-rimmed cup with the
golden lining, so that can cool my
wing as skim By her in my flight.
Don't hurt the Daisy, Lamb, there's
good fellow"
Now the Lamb did not much like
being called "good fellow by a
mere bird, and especially such a small
one; so he turned sharply round upon
the Daisy, and, asked her, with some
what of a naughty bleat
"Have you no one else to speak for
you Daisy
II think" replied the Daisy, that
the Nightingale would say "some-
thing
"Where is the Nightingale :" said
the Lamb and there came soft, sweet
sound floating on the air from the wood
hard by, and a quiet little brown bird
just peeped ont, and sang rather than
spoke its answer to the Lamb
go yes, will say a word for the lit
tie Daisy. In the soft Spring evenings,
when the sun has left off shining, and
the calm, still night comes with It's
/ solemn darkness, and the moon and
the stars only give light enough to let
us see the shadows, then is my singing
/ time. All the people are gone to bed,
and love to hop from bough to bough
near TO the ground, and | sing to the
sweet pale moon light and the solemn
silence. And as pass along the side
of the lawn, | sec the dear little Daisy
nesting down, and turning her inno-
cent face up as if she was listening to
every note of my plaintive song; and
always stay for awhile on the branches
near her, and she seems like little
companion to ME IN my evening ram
BILE. Spare the Daisy, little Lamb y
And the Nightingale hoped again
into the dark wood, for she did not like
the broad staring light of day, and
would not have ventured out SO far If
she had not had true and tender
heart that made her bold to speak for
her friend.
Then said the Lamb, with softened
bleat, (for his heart was touched by the
sweet music Of the Nightingale's notes.:
well, little Daisy, have you any
one else to plead your cause
II am sure, " replied the Daisy,
that the Robin is II true friend.
Where, then, is the Robin :" re-
joined the Lamb and he looked round,
and there, upon the stone steps, oppo-
site the front door, stood the Robin as
bold as brass. He had on his light
brown coat and his brightest red waist
coat, and his black eye twinkled ro-
guishly as he answered the lamb
:" Here am |, Mr.. Lamb, said he,
fright glad to saga word for my friend
the Daisy. Every morning, when the
sun begins to drive away the darkness,
and light up the world with his cheer
full rays, | come out here on the steps,
or the lawn, and hop upon some bough
hard by and there | give out my morn
ing carol OF JOY and praise to the good
God who has made the world SO beautl-
full and nue. SO happy. And there | see
the little Daisy, always fresh and al
ways cheerful; when the children come
ont and throw their crumbs upon the
lawn for my breakfast, / hop around
the Daisy, and she seems to point with
her little white fingers to where the
crumbs are lying, AMI to enjoy seeing
me breakfasting by her side. she is n
good little sociable thing, and / hope
you won't hurt her.
The Lamb listened to what the Rob
in had said with great attention; but
he felt rather hungry still, and the men
tion of breakfast made him think tina.
the Daisy would be very nice with
little salad of grass so he could not
quite make up his mind to spare her,
as the birds asked him.
care these all your friends' again
he asked OF the trembling flower
"Oh, no ~ she said, - have many
more. Perhaps the Blackbird and
the words were scarcely out Of her
mouth when inc large Blackbird,
with bright yellow beak and laugh
ing eye, came hirsting out of a laurel
bush in such hurry that he startled
the lamb dreadfully, and made him
Jump three feet up in the air, which
always anuoys Lambs very much, and
might have made him very angry, only
he was SO surprised Mt the turn things
had taken that he wanted to hear the
end of il.
The Blackbird chuckled loudly rs
he flew across the lawn, only stopping
just to kiss the Daisy as he passed by,
and give peck to an Impairment
looking Daudehon, who seemed TO be
enjoying the Daisv's fright. He flew
mp upon II bough of a neighboriug tree,
and sang out in his loudest and clear
est voice
What my little Daisy friend l
wouldn't have her hurt for the world
Why, when | am hopping round her,