A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a fruit

tree, where the works of nature looked very beautiful. Very soon I

heard a strange noise among the highest branches of the tree over my

head. The sound was very curious, and I began to look for the cause. I

shook one of the lower branches within my reach, and very soon I

discovered two birds engaged in fighting; and they seemed to gradually

descend towar
s the ground. They came down lower and lower, tumbling

over one another, and fighting with each other. They soon reached the

lowest branch, and at last came to the ground very near me. It was

with some difficulty that I parted them; and when I held one of them

in each of my hands, they tried to get away, not because they were

afraid of me but because they would resume the conflict. They were two

young robins, and I never before thought that the robin had such a bad

spirit in its breast. Lest they should get to fighting again, I let

one go, and kept the other housed up for several days, so that they

would not have much chance of coming together again.

Now, children, these two little robins woke in the morning very

cheerful, and appeared very happy as they sat on the branch of the

tree, singing their morning songs. But how soon they changed their

notes. You would have been sorry to have seen the birds trying to hurt

each other.

If children quarrel, or in any degree show an unkind temper, they

appear very unlovely and, forget that God, who made them, and gives

them many blessings, disapproves of their conduct. Never quarrel, but

remember how pleasant it is for children to love each other, and to

try to do each other good.

Every hour is worth at least a good thought, a good wish, a good