THE robin is a cheery bird. It is winter — the frost glistens upon the trees and dead ferns, and in the very midst of frost and icicles sits our red-breasted instructor, and sings his bright song! He does not sing only on the bright spring day―true, he sings more sweetly then―but his dear little song is more welcome on the winter morning. Is he “singing in” the coming spring? Let us be like him, Christian, and, amid the distress and trial of life, lift our cheerful voice to Him who loves us, and “sing in” the coming day, the day without clouds, which is so near at hand.