The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-02-18

smooth fower-bed, tore off the roof of
their house and laid it upon the fresh
brown earth, while he began loosening
the ground little with his rake
The lady-sipper seeds crowded to the
place where the roof of their house used
to be, and peeped out.
Then they all commenced whispering
together as fast as they could: "Oh
how lovely! Here's everything the
canary sung about this morning the
great trees nearly touching the sky, the
tall green grass, the birds singing, and
(don't crowd and push SOY. And oh !! oh!
oh are we going to live here always, and
do nothing but lie in the warm sunshine
and listen to the birds sing?-( don't
crowd and push so and
Before they could say another word,
the gardener took up the paper house,
and pouring some of the seeds into the
palm of his hand, scattered them on the
ground, and began raking the dirt over
them.
Those left behind commenced talking
again, this time not so fast, but in low
whisper go dear !"-(such a different
go dear !" from the first one -" what
has he done with our brothers and sis
tiers? Shall we never see them again
And will he cover us up in the ground
too? It is dreadful to think of-better
thousand times be back in the seed-box,
listening to the song of the canary
''Be quiet moment, do, dear ones,
said wee brown seed, "and listen to
me. Have you all forgotten the last
song we heard the canary sing?
First seed so tiny
Hidden from the sight;
Then two pretty leaflets
Struggling toward the light;
Soon a bud appearing,
Turns into flower,
Kissed by golden sunshine,
Washed by silver shower,
Growing sweeter, sweeter,
Ev'ry happy hourn"
''Kissed by golden sunshine.
Washed by silver shower"
echoed the others. "That was the song,
sure enough. Can we believe it?''
"The songs of the birds are azoUays
true, said the wee seed, for they are
taught to them by the angels.
"We do beheve-we do believe"
cried the others, hopefully. "We are
no longer afraid, though the gardener IS
coming. He will put us in the dark
ground, but we shall come up again, no
longer seeds but green leaves, buds and
flowers"
But one little seed that had said moth
ing all this time now hid itself away in
corner, saying elm not going into
the ground" And when the others rolled
merrily out into the gardeners hand the
paper house futtered away with her In it
to short distance from the fower-bed,
and fell on the ground between two cold
gray stones.
Nearly two weeks went by, and the
lonely seed, looking toward the spot
where the lady-slippers had been sown,
one warm summer morning, beheld rows
on rows of bright green leaves peeping
out of the ground and heard them saying
gayly to each other "Wen met,
brother" "Good day, sister," GLOW
pleasant it is to be in the air and sun
shine once more"
But no one saw or spoke to her, poor
little thing
Time went on, and the plants grew
1ddS0 chuu SCIOuSoI, duCl StG ldSt CetL1o
pretty, tender buds, which soon unfold
ed into fragrant flowers of every beauti-
full hue, and the sun, wind, rain and dew
loved them dearly, and the bees, birds
and butterflies thought them the sweet
est things Oh earth.
AS for the lonely little seed, it lived
dreary, friendless life between the two
cold gray stones, and every day it said to
itself, over and over again:
cob would that I, too, had had faith
in the song of the canary, then should [
have been beautiful and beloved with my
brothers and sisters
Kissed by golden sunshine,
Washed by silver shower,
Growing sweeter-sweeter
Ev'ry happy hourn"
Margaret Eyti'age, in st. Nicholas.