We began with the robin in this, I hope, not wearisome but entertaining _Melange_ of child-songs. We have never, indeed, got at any time far away from the lively and interesting little fellow; and, that being so, perhaps no item could more fittingly close the series than the very old song of ROBIN REDBREAST'S TESTAMENT. Gude-day now, bonnie Robin, How long have you been here? I've been bird about this bush This mair than twenty year! But now I am the sickest bird That ever sat on brier; And I wad mak' my testament, Gudeman, if ye wad hear. Gae tak' this bonnie neb o' mine, That picks upon the corn; And gie't to the Duke o' Hamilton To be a hunting-horn. Gae tak' these bonnie feathers o' mine, The feathers o' my neb; And gi'e to the Lady o' Hamilton To fill a feather-bed. Gae tak' this gude richt leg o' mine, And mend the brig o' Tay; It will be a post and pillar gude-- Will neither bow nor gae. And tak' this other leg o' mine, And mend the brig o' Weir; It will be a post and pillar gude-- Will neither bow nor steer. Gae tak' thae bonnie feathers o' mine, The feathers o' my tail: And gie to the lads o' Hamilton To be a barn-flail. And tak' thae bonnie feathers o' mine, The feathers o' my breast: And gie to ony bonnie lad Will bring to me a priest. Now in there came my Lady Wren Wi' mony a sigh and groan: O what care I for a' the lads If my ain lad be gone! Then Robin turned him roundabout, E'en like a little king; Go; pack ye out o' my chamber-door, Ye little cutty quean! Robin made his testament Upon a coll of hay; And by cam' a greedy gled And snapt him a' away. CHILDREN'S HUMOUR AND QUAINT SAYINGS.