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Title: The boy and the birds
Year: 1849 (1840s)
Authors: Taylor, Emily, 1795-1872. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: New-York, General Protestant Episcopal S. S. Union
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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can Their Saviours constant love,*Who for our sakes became a man, And left His throne above. He wept to see a wicked race His fostring mercy spurn,Behind them throw His profFerd grace. And still refuse to turn, f How oft would He have brought them in. His rest and peace to share;But they preferrd the paths of sin To His Almighty care. • Matt, xxiii. 37 f Luke xix. 41-45. THE GER, JER, or GYR-FALCON, Boy. Bird, wonderful bird ! stay oneinstant, and do not mock me thus by yourrapid flight. I saw j^ou yesterday, I see youagain to-day ; but I do not beUeve you be-long to this land. I do not think you havea home and little ones in England : yourlook is wild and foreign; you seem scarcelyto rest your wing for a moment among us;you make havoc among the birds : you takewhat you like, and when you like; as youcome, so you go. Does any body knowyour story and your home ? Falcon. I come from an island far tothe north, where the icy winter winds wouldchill your poor little frame, and the summer
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*-ER, .TKP, OR G-TR-7AT.0OX. THE GER-FALCON. 147 sun would scarce have power enough tomake your snriall garden gay. I come fromthe haunts of the eider duck and the puffin ;and I have but flown over here just to makemy noon-day meal. You say true ; I do notbelong to this country. I shall be in Ice-land again to-night; and when I may comehither again depends on various things—onthe weather, on my appetite, or my ownwish to roam. BoY. From Iceland do you come ? *What, from that island which is full fivehundred miles from us in Scotland ? And3^ou left it but this morning, and you returnto-night ? Wonderful! Of what can yourwings be made, rapid bird ! that they bearyou thus swiftly on ? Falcon. Something more than an hun-dred miles an hour, I believe, indeed, I mayhave travelled.t Nothing extraordinary that,however, since you surely know that mycousin Peregrine can manage a hundred * See Note 1. f See Note 2. 148 THE GER-FALCON. and fifty in the like time; and besides, mychild, you have

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