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	FAVORITE SONUS TOR SCHOOL. AND HOME.		347
	ALL structures, large or small, simple or complex, ftave a definite rate of vibration depending on their material, size and shape, as the fundamental note of a musical chord. At one time considerable annoyance was experienced in one of the mills in Lowell. Some days the mill was so shaken that a pail of water would be nearly emptied, while on other days all was quiet. Experiment proved it to be only when the ma�chinery was running at a certain rate that the build�ing was disturbed. The simple remedy was in run�ning it slower or faster, so as to put it out of tune with the building. We have here the reason of the	rule observed by marching armies when they cross a bridge�viz., stop the music, break step, and open col�umn, lest the measured cadence of a condensed mass of men should cause the bridge to vibrate beyond its sphere of cohesion. The Broughton bridge gave way beneath the measured tramp of only sixty men. Tyn-dall tells us that, the Swiss muleteers tie up the bells of their mules, lest the tinkle bring down an avalanche. The breaking of a drinking glass by the human voice is a well-attested fact, and Chlanni mentions an inn�keeper who frequently repeated this interesting exper�iment for the entertainment of his guests.�Lovering,
	THE SNOW-BIRD. AlUgre.	Rev. F. C Woodworth
	"Poor fellow t he walks in the snow and the sleet, And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet; I pity him so ! for how cold he must be! And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-dee-dee.�Cho. "If I were a bare-footed snow-bird, I know I would not stay out in the cold and the snow, I wonder what makes him so full of his glee; He's all the time singing that chick-a-dee-dee. **0 mother ! do get him some stockings and shoes, A frock, with a cloak and a hat, if he choose; I wish he'd come into the parlor, and see How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-dee-dee,	The bird had flown down for some crumbs of bread, And heard every word little Emily said: "What a figure I'd make in that dress!" thought he. And he laughed, as he warbled his chick-a-dee-dee. "I am grateful," he said, "for the wish you express, But I've no occasion for such a fine dress; I had rather remain with my limbs all so free, Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-dee-dee. "There is One, my dear child, tho' I can not tell Has clothed me already, and warm enough too. Good-morning 1 O who are so happy as we ?" And away he went, singing his chick-a-dee-dee.