citizen in iM)OHAPTKH I OVRK"ITKE BY TIJK BIRDS.t We would have you to wit, that, on eggs though we sit, And are spiked on the spit, and are baked in a pan ; Birds are older by far than your ancestors are,Ajid made love and made war. ere the making of man !"(AiHlrev; Luxy.)A taut Vol" Swallows perched on the telegraph wires beside the highway where it passed Orchard Farm. They were resting after a breakfast of insects!, which ihcv had caught on the wing, after the custom of their family. As it was only the (irst of May llicy had plenty of time before nest-buihli ng, and so were having a little neighborly chat.If you had glanced at these birds carelessly, you might have thought they were all of one hind ; but they were not. The smallest was (he Hank Swallow, a sober-huetl little fellow, with a short, sharp-pointed tail, his back feathers looking like a duslv brown cloak, fastened in front by a neck-band between his light throat and breast.Next to him perched the Barn SwTable of...