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LESSON XVIII.

THE SONG-SPARROW (Fringilla Melodia).

1. "OF all our sparrows, the song-sparrow, or melodious finch, is the most numerous, the most generally diffused over the United States, and by far the earliest, sweetest, and most lasting songster. It is the first singing bird of spring, taking pre

cedence1 even of the bluebird, and it often remains until the depth of winter. The notes or chant of its song are short, but very sweet, resembling the beginning of the canary's song. It usually builds its nest on the ground, under a tuft of grass. As far south as Louisiana it rears three broods in one season; and, unlike most other birds, it builds a new nest for each."-WILSON. It is usually found in company with the chipping-bird, and birds of that class. It seems to represent, in America, the house-sparrow of Europe, but is less bold and crafty than the latter bird. The following tribute to the song-sparrow is full of sentiment and beauty:

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Of winter swept our whitened plains-what clime,

What sunnier realms thou charmedst, and how was past

The joyous time?

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Detain thee long? or, 'mid the palmy groves
Of the bright south, where nature ever smiles,

Didst sing thy loves?

"Oh, well I know

Why thou art here thus soon, and why the bowers
So near the sun have lesser charms than now

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"Oft as the year

In gloom is wrapped, thy exile I shall mourn-
Oft as the spring returns, shall hail sincere
Thy glad return."

1 PRE-CED'-ENCE, the act or state of being|
first.

2 EC-STAT'-1¤, delightful beyond measure.

3 GE-NI-AL, enlivening; cheerful.

4 PEERS, peeps forth.

5 VI'-BRATES, moves to and fro.

6 ZEPH'-YR, a soft mild breeze.

7 PLUM'-Y, feathered.

H. PICKERING.

8 CHOIR (kwire), singers.

9 IN-VÕKE', call upon.

10 WIRE, here used for stringed instrument of music.

11 STRAINS, Songs.

12 LIRE, a kind of harp.

LESSON XIX.

THE ENGLISH SKYLARK.

1. BIRD of the wilderness,

Blithesome1 and cumberless,2

Sweet be thy matin3 o'er moorland1 and lea !5
Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place

O, to abide in the desert with thee!

2. Wild is thy lay, and loud,
Far in the downy cloud,

Love gives it energy, love gave it birth,
Where on thy dewy wing-

Where art thou journeying?

Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.

3. O'er fell and fountain sheen,8
O'er moor and mountain green,

O'er the red streamers that herald the day,
Over the cloudlet dim,

Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub, soar, singing away!

4. Then, when the gloaming9 comes,
Low in the heather10 blooms,
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place

O, to abide in the desert with thee!

1 BLITHE-SOME, gay; cheerful.

2 €UM'-BER-LESS, free; light; airy.

3 MĂT-IN, morning song.

4 MOOR'-LAND, a marshy tract.

5 LEA, a meadow or plain.

6 LAY, a song.

JAMES HOGG.

7 FELL, a barren or stony hill.

8 SHEEN, bright; glittering.

9 GLOAM'-ING, evening twilight (Scottish). 10 HEATH'-ER, pertaining to the heath plant, which is abundant in Scotland.

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THE LARK AND THE ROOK.

1. "GOOD-NIGHT, Sir Rook!" said a little lark,
"The daylight fades-it will soon be dark:
I've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray,
I've sung my hymn to the dying day;
So now I haste to my quiet nook1

In yon dewy meadow-good-night, Sir Rook."

2. "Good-night, poor lark!" said his titled friend,
With a haughty toss and a distant bend;
"I also go to my rest profound,

But not to sleep on the cold, damp ground;
The fittest place for a bird like me
Is the topmost bough of yon tall pine-tree.

3. "I opened my eyes at peep2 of day,
And saw you taking your upward way,
Dreaming your fond romantic dreams,
An ugly speck in the sun's bright beams;
Soaring too high to be seen or heard-
And said to myself, What a foolish bird!

4. "I trod the park with a princely air;

I fill'd my crop with the richest fare;

I caw'd3 all day 'mid a lordly crew,

And I made more noise in the world than you!
The sun shone full on my ebon1 wing;

I looked and wondered-good-night, poor thing!"

5. "Good-night, once more," said the lark's sweet voice, "I see no cause to repent my choice; You build your nest in the lofty pine, But is your slumber more soft than mine? You make more noise in the world than I, But whose is the sweeter minstrelsy ?"5

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1. How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree;

In the leafy trees, so broad and tall,
Like a green and beautiful palace hall,
With its airy chambers, light and boon,
That open to sun, and stars, and moon,
That open unto the bright blue sky,
And the frolicsome winds as they wander by!

2. What a joy it must be, like a living breeze,
To flutter about 'mong the flowering trees;
Lightly to soar, and to see beneath
The wastes of the blossoming purple heath,
And the yellow furze, like fields of gold,
That gladden some fairy region old!
On mountain tops, on the billowy sea,
On the leafy stems of the forest tree,
How pleasant the life of a bird must be!

MARY HOWITT.

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