To catch the glance of thy gentle eye."

In his lines to "The Belfry Pigeon," Mr Willis has expressed most
truthfully the feelings and thoughts which all have had for this gentle
creature, which,

"Alone of the feathered race,
Doth look unscared on the human face."

As we know of nothing on the subject more appropriate and beautiful than
the address referred to, we will copy it for our young readers.




THE BELFRY PIGEON.


"On the cross beam under the Old South Bell,
The nest of a pigeon is builded well.
In summer and winter that bird is there,
Out and in with the morning air.
I love to see him track the street,
With his wary eye and active feet;
And I often watch him as he springs,
Circling the steeples with easy wings,
Till across the dial his shade has pass'd,
And the belfry edge is gained at last.
'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,
And the trembling throb in its mottled throat;