PART III. THE CUCKOO, AND THE NIGHTINGALE. SOME fine day towards the end of April, as we wander among the green fields, or in the woods, a sound is borne to our ears, which causes us suddenly to stop and listen! Surely we were not deceived! No, there it is again! Cuckoo! cuckoo!' comes ringing through the air, as clear as though sounded on a bell. Hark! the cuckoo's sprightly note, That tells the coming of the vernal prime, And cheers the heart of youth and aged man. Say, sweet stranger, whence hast thou ta'en thy flight, And who directs thy wandering journey far? The note of this bird always gives pleasure, especially to the young, because it reminds us that blue skies and sunny hours are coming. Who does not know the beautiful lines of Logan : Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Delightful visitant! with thee The school-boy, wandering through the wood To pluck the primrose gay, Starts, thy curious voice to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest the vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands Another spring to hail. Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! The poet Wordsworth says, in his 'Address to the Cuckoo' : O blithe new comer! I have heard, I hear thee, and rejoice. O cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, While I am lying on the grass, Thy two-fold shout I hear, That seems to fill the air's whole space, Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! No bird but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my school-boy days Which made me look a thousand ways And I can listen to thee yet; That golden time again. The cuckoo is one of the most remarkable of our periodical bird-visitants, not only because of the peculiar notes it utters, but also on account of its singular habit of making provision for its young. It deposits its eggs in the nests of other birds, that of the hedge-sparrow being often selected for this purpose. One egg only is laid in each nest chosen. The young cuckoo is duly hatched, and tended by the unwitting foster-parents with as much care as their own proper nestlings. When about eight days old it ejects its helpless companions, by forcing itself under them, and with a jerk throwing them successively over the edge of the nest. Although we hail the cuckoo as the messenger of spring, yet it is not a welcome visitor amongst the birds of the grove; they all look upon it as their enemy, and persecute it without mercy. The nightingale, the most famous of the feathered tribe, is never long after the cuckoo in visiting us. And as we listen at evening to its musical notes, we may say with Scott: Beautiful nightingale! who shall portray All the varying turns of thy flowing lay? And soft as the south wind the branches among, Akenside says of this bird: Hark! how through many a winding note How sweetly down the void they float! Most writers ascribe melancholy and plaintive strains. to the nightingale. Coleridge, however, is of a different opinion. He writes thus: 'Tis the merry nightingale And the famous angler, Isaac Walton, after listening to this delightful songster at a late hour, thus expresses what he thought of it:— He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have heard, the clear air, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above the earth, and say, 'Lord! what music hast Thou provided for the saints in heaven, when Thou affordest bad men such music on earth !' PART IV. SEVERAL birds build a domed dwelling, with an opening at the side; for example, the long-tailed titmouse, commonly called the bottle-tit, from the shape of the nest. The well-known cunning magpie also roofs its domicile, which is built with surprising labour and ingenuity, and has the entrance at the side. This circumstance is alluded to in the following fable— 'The Magpie's Lecture': : In early times, the story says, When birds could talk and lecture, To build a nest, my courteous friends,' 'No need to teach us that, good Mag; 'To build a nest,' professor Mag 'First choose a well-forked bough, wherein 'Of course,' said Jenny Wren. 'Now cross 'Now bend some slender twigs, to form A fool knows that,' exclaimed the Thrush, 'Next take some wool, and line the nest, 'Why, that's as clear,' exclaimed the Owl, us; While thus they talked, professor Mag I leave you then for ever.' Who now can build but half a nest, No better fate do men deserve, When self-conceit can lead them And think they do not need them. Before May is over, all our summer birds are with then there is harmony in every bush, a concert in every grove.' As their household cares increase, and when each pair of birds have many little gaping mouths to fill, the songs of the old ones are less frequently heard. Indeed, with so much business, they find little or no leisure for singing. The great heat of summer comes, and— No warbling tongues Only the curled streams soft chidings keep, The In August, the cuckoo and several more wing their flight to warmer lands than ours; while others, such as the siskin and mountain-finch, now visit us. swallows are seen to congregate in swarms, as if in preparation for their departure; and before the middle of October they have all disappeared. Thomson says— When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, |