THE HALO. "One London dealer in birds received, when the fashion was at its height, a single consignment of thirty-two thousand dead humming-birds; and an. other received at one time thirty thousand aquatic birds, and three hundred thousand pairs of wings." THINK what a price to pay, Faces so bright and gay, Just for a hat! Flowers unvisited, mornings unsung, Think of the others, too, Others and mothers, too, Hear you no mother-groan floating in air, Caught 'mid some mother-work, Just for your hat! Plenty of mother-heart yet in the world: Oh, but the shame of it, Oh, but the blame of it, Just for a jauntiness brightening the street! REV. W. C. GANNETT. THE WINGED HAT. ANGELINA has a hat With wings on every side; Sign of vulgarity — The little bird of beauty born, Oh, the vulgarity- Bridget, too, like Angelina, Wears a winged hat, With colors loud, she is quite proud, Type of vulgarity, Type of barbarity That winged hat. Boston Transcript. THE MOCKING-BIRD. WINGED mimic of the woods! thou motley fool! Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe? hine ever ready notes of ridicule Pursue thy fellows still with jest and jibe. Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe, Arch mocker and mad Abbot of Misrule! 1789-1847. RICHARD HENRY WIlde. HUMMING-BIRD. WHEN the mild gold stars flower out, Some sweet, rich heart of a rose. If you watch its fluttering poise, A hum like the eerie noise Of an elfin spinning-wheel. And then from the shape's vague sheen That melt in luminous green Round a glimmer of ruby throat. But fleetly across the gloom This tremulous shape will dart, And you, with thoughts of it stirred, Who do you imagine cares, Hold your peace; and, for the rest, We'll concede you did your best. Only your own counsel keep, If you did, then be it so; If you did n't, let it go. CAROLINE A. MASON. SAND MARTINS. I PASSED an inland cliff precipitate : From tiny eaves peeped many a sooty poll: In each a mother martin sat elate, And of the news delivered her small soul. Fantastic chatter! hasty, glad, and gay, 66 66 Whereof the meaning was not ill to tell; Gossip, how wags the world with you to-day?" Gossip, the world wags well, the world wags well." JEAN INGELOW. THE CARRIER PIGEON. WHO then oh, who is like our God so great, Who makes the seed expand beneath the mountain's weight! Who for a swallow's nest leaves one old castle wall, Who bids a pigmy win where Titans fail in yoke, VICTOR HUGO. PIGEONS OF SAINT PAUL'S. THE pigeons of Saint Mark's may fly They circle 'neath Italian sky, On summer afternoons. The silent city in the sea Has magic that enthrals; There, 'mid the city's ceaseless roar, As it has stood from days of yore, |