Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-01-16
THE WREN.

One fine spring evening, very cock-tailed
wren was sitting on twig. 1t was his birth
day; he was twelve months old and feeling
every inch wren, he could not help being
proud both of himself and his position in the
world The first thing that morning he had
had set-to with his wife on the subject of
their future nest, which she had meekly sug-
gested should be in the box-tree, instead of the
thorn-bush on which he insisted-she was
afraid that the branches would prick her sides,
she said. He had carried the day, but was
so worn out by the discussion that he really
could not begin building that day. As he
few over the grass-plot, much content with
his victory, he saw large worm lazily lum-
bering out of his hole, and fell down upon it
directly; but after smart tuste and good
shaking, it succeeded it getting back into its
home. Presently blue tit, hairs breadth
smaller than himself, came flying down past
him on fat caterpillar, upon which the wren
had just set his eyes.
That's mine!" said he, pouncing angrily
upon it, and successfully driving away the
tom-tit. As he sat on his twig twttering
boastingly, an old gardener, half blind, passed
by, leisurely eating his bit of dinner, and cut
ting his bread and cheese upon his thumb.
He hoped angrily after the mans heels, and
pursued him some distance; the old gardener,
however, did not turn, and walked quietly on
quite unaware of the attack of his ferocious
assailant.
"Well, I've chased away that dreadful
monster ?" said the wren, painting for breath.
"What an ugly beast it is And when he
has all the advantage of two legs like me,
why doesn't he learn to hop prettily, even if
he can't fly? And then those two great awk-
ward Tapping things that hang by his side,
which he fills his mouth with, how much bet
ter it is to pick up ones food neatly with
bill, as I do?" When the evening was come
he returned to his twig, and looked back on
his days work with much complacency. ri
gave my wife a good set down about the
nest" thought he. 81 frightened that worm
we'll AS to that most tiresome, stupid tit I
don't think he'll trouble me soon again. And
then drove away that great, big, awkward
thing on two legs, which was about where our
nest is to be-don't think he'll be back in a
hurry! To be sure, I am so great and strong,
and powerful that even if the sky itself should
fall down, should not be afraidW He
tapped his wings majestically as he spoke. At
that moment, in the cleaning, dead leaf,
which still hung to beech-twig above the
wren, fell down upon his head, and in perfect
agony of fright he flew away and hid himself.
Good Words for the Young.
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A BOYS LOVE FOR HIS MoTHER.-Of all
the love affairs in the world none can surpass
the true love of big boy for his mother. 1t
is love noble, and honorable in the highest
degree to both. do not mean merely du-
tiful affection. I mean love which makes
boy gallant and courteous to his mother,
saying to every body plainly that he is fairly
in love with her. Next to the love of her
husband, nothing so crowns woman's life
with honor as this second love, this devotion
ofthe son to her. And I never yet knew a
boy to "turn OUT bad who began by falling
| in love with his mother.