First he makes a sward of green moss and beds and parterres of crimson berries, tiny bright flowers and gold and silver sand and grains. Here and there he puts a pearly pebble or tiny pink shell. And so long as his love making lasts he drags away and replaces each flower as it fades, keeping the little Eden tidy, gay and sweet for his tiny love. This sounds like fiction, but is scientific fact. Louise Jamison. A BIRD NOTE. Robin Feeding Young: Scene, the base of a large pine tree in the corner of a lawn; actors, a mother robin and two of her young. I was much interested in their proceedings and watched them for some time. One of the young ones did not seem to understand matters very clearly and often failed to do what mother robin wished it to. The other one, however, was a very apt pupil, and did many bright things. Finally it began to gather food on its own account and succeeded in capturing several worms, small butterflies, etc. But it did not stop here; it remembered its nest mate, and, following the example of the mother bird, collected food and placed it in the mouth of the less active learner. A very good example of how closely parents are imitated, in the bird world, as well as in the human subject. The above incident as witnessed and recorded in the writer’s note book, seem too good to be lost sight of, and I trust they may prove of interest to all. Berton Mercer. GOLDENROD. As nature lifts her gates from week to week, New beauties rise God’s wondrous power to speak; And now, clad in her glory as of old, The Goldenrod uplifts her crowns of gold. John Wesley Waite. BALLADE. I found myself one day all, all alone, For pastime in a field with blossoms strewn. I do not think the world a field could show With herbs of perfume so surpassing rare; But when I passed beyond the green hedge-row, A thousand flowers around me flourished fair, White, pied and crimson, in the summer air; Among the which I heard a sweet bird’s tone. I found myself one day all, all alone, For pastime in a field with blossoms strewn. Her song it was so tender and so clear That all the world listened with love; then I With stealthy feet a-tiptoe drawing near, Her golden head and golden wings could spy, Her plumes that flashed like rubies ’neath the sky, Her crystal beak and throat and bosom’s zone. I found myself one day all, all alone, For pastime in a field with blossoms strewn.