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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
sometimes glided noiselessly, at others bounded and rippled over the stones that interrupted its course.
I got my hat and stick, determined to take a walk and admire the works and ways of God. I had not gone far before I came to a very thick wood, from which I heard strange sounds; it seemed to be full of birds; but their notes were not the common notes of birds, for there was a busy hum as when a great many people meet together for business, or any other cause. This led me to turn my steps into the wood. There I soon saw some of these birds whose strange notes had
