St Nicholas [serial] . is tu-whoo, That the birds should come At the pheasants drum, And the woodpeckers tat-tattoo, His echoing, loud tattoo. From the four winds of heaven, As the summoning notes rang clear, They flew to a wood Where a great oak stood, And a titmouse whistled, Here, here ! Whistled and shouted, Here! The bluebird sang full soft and low,And trembled with delight,Till one bird shouted,Whip-poor-will!And another called Bob White ;T was the partridge called Bob White. The robin sang with all his might,But the jay-bird shrieked his jeers;Said the sea-mew, This will not do,But the
St Nicholas [serial] . is tu-whoo, That the birds should come At the pheasants drum, And the woodpeckers tat-tattoo, His echoing, loud tattoo. From the four winds of heaven, As the summoning notes rang clear, They flew to a wood Where a great oak stood, And a titmouse whistled, Here, here ! Whistled and shouted, Here! The bluebird sang full soft and low,And trembled with delight,Till one bird shouted,Whip-poor-will!And another called Bob White ;T was the partridge called Bob White. The robin sang with all his might,But the jay-bird shrieked his jeers;Said the sea-mew, This will not do,But the redbird said, Three cheers, three cheers! But the redbird said, Three cheers! The catbird ventured an olio,In phrase and rhythm neat;Said a bird in blue, Omit the mew, But the sparrow thought it sweet;Its words were Sweet, sweet, sweet! The thrush sang a hymn so tenderlyThat it thrilled the listening skies;Hear the judges nowFrom every bough : Give the bonny brown thrush the prize,Give the bonny brown thrush the prize!. FEW hundred yearsago,in a country called Ger-many, there was a villageknown as Grosshufelten,which was on a lake. Thelake is so small that I have=sT forgotten its name, and you willI not find the village on any mapof the country,— which is still called Germany,—unless it is on the back, where I did nt people in this village were greatly an-noyed by a robber baron who dwelt on amountain near by, and who was in the habit oflevying tribute on them because he did nt liketo work. The last time that he told them theymust pay what he called their annual dues, theyrefused to do so. The baron was greatly sur-prised,— as people are usually surprised whenothers refuse to do things that they have beenin the habit of doing whether they ought to ornot, — and he resolved to punish the first he thought of descending on themwith his band and burning their houses; butthis would have required effort, so he changedhis mind and called before him two mag
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