from their view.

Presently they flew to a great cherry-tree, and, from the chirping and
calling, we concluded they spent the night in its shelter. How strange
it must have been to them, this first night of their perching! The sky
was clear, the stars twinkled, and the half-moon shed her silvery
light on the earth, and gleamed through the cherry-leaves, as it had
done through the honeysuckles; but it was not home, that cherry-tree,
and they sighed as they thought of their birthplace. They sat close to
their mother's side, and felt that, after all, where she was, was the
best place for them. They curled up one foot into the soft down, and
turned back their heads till their bills were beneath their wings. The
lids slowly closed over their eyes, and they slept quietly and
sweetly, till wakened in the morning by the warbling of songsters who
welcomed the rosy dawn.

A new sense of responsibility filled their hearts. They were no longer
mere children, their every want supplied by others; but they were
youth, and must begin to provide for themselves, and depend upon their
own energies. We frequently hear the young robins among the trees, but
we seldom see them. We really miss them, and think of them as
pleasant visitors who have been spending a few days with us.

We hope that Honeysuckleville will not be forsaken; but that every
year the birds will return, and rear their young beneath its fragrant
shade, making hearts of the little Dudleys glad, and teaching them to
love.

"All things, both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,