THE HAWTHORN.
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The crown of thorns of Our Blessed Lord is said to have been made from this tree. It looks so fair in the May-time with its snow-like mantle of white blossoms, that it is only when quite close to it that the long cruel thorns are seen, thick on all its branches. The simple story goes on to say that as Our Lord was on His way to be crucified, a little bird lighted on His head, and with its beak pulled out one of the long thorns that were piercing His brow. The blood that flowed from the wound covered the bird’s breast and dyed it crimson. That dear little bird was no other than Robin Red-breast!

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