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“ How a wick-ed boy
A wild bird took
From out its nest
In the green-wood tree
A cap-tive now
'Tis forced to be,
And flutters its poor wings all day long,
And beats the bars of its cage so strong. ”

“ When I get big,
To school, I know;
But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
I'll spend just as I like, in play."
THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
"Hold it tight, Tom, dear," said May. "Mam-ma will be pleased at her birth-day gift. I think it is just love-ly." But the words were not out of her mouth when Tom caught his foot and fell at full length on the car-pet. Crash! went the vase that was to have been mam-ma's pres-ent in-to bits.
May burst in-to tears, but she stopped all at once when she saw that Tom did not get up, and that his face was grow-ing ve-ry white. "Oh! ”