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of Vieillot, should be removed to a separate genus j it might be 

 named the tawny lavroc, {Corydalla fusca, mihi.) I would call the 

 waxwing the hawthorn waxwing, {BombycUla cratcsgus.) I would 

 likewise call the Coccothraustes vulgaris, of Willughby, the haw 

 grosbeak, (C. cratagus, Blyth.) The pine grosbeak, of old authors, 

 might be called pine thickbill, {Densirostra enucleator, mihi ;) and 

 the bulfinch, the hedge coalhood, Pyrhula modularis, mihi. The 

 Passer troglodytes, of Willughby, 1 would call the ivy wren, {AnoT' 

 tiiura troglodytes, mihi.) We have three pigeons (Columba,) the 

 ring, (PalumbusJ the rock, (Livia,) and the wood, {Arborea •) and 

 one dove, the turtle dove, {Peristera turtur, Boje.) However, my 

 limits forbid ray enlarging, for the present, and indeed I should 

 most likely never have troubled you with my communication at all, 

 had it not been for the anxious wishes of some friends, who, like 

 myself, are greatly solicitous about the ornithological science, and 

 also my having names to propose, fearing that if [ did not take 

 some means of speedily making them public, I should soon find 

 myself in the unpleasant dilemma of that excellent entomologist 

 Mr. Westwood : see " Taylor's Philosophical Magazine." 

 May 5, 1835. 



N. F. 



TO C * * * * Y. 



Forgotten ! thou shalt be forgotten when 

 The bloodless miser thirsts for gold no more ^ 



And on the star-lit deep, sea-weary'd men 

 No longer pine to greet the peaceful shore. 



When summer skies no more, propitious, bring 

 Bloom to the rose, and blossom to the tree. 



Sunshine to flow'rs, soft music to the spring. 

 And songs to birds — thou shalt forgotten be I 



Forgotten! thou — oh! thou forgotten ! yea 



When her wan babe the anguish'd mqther spurns ; 



When stormy clouds for ever veil the day. 

 And, wildly, back the foaming torrent turns : 



When pain and grief are fled, when sighs are rare. 

 And bm-ning tears, ah ! never more are shed ; 



When hope fails not, nor joy dissolves in air. 

 And love — true love — laments the silent dead. 



When light — sweet light — forsakes these faithful eyes 

 That dwell — for ever fondly dwell on thee. 



When from this breast mine anxious spirit flies, 

 The7i, idoliz'd ! shalt thou forgotten be! 



Yea ! yea ! forgotten as a vanish'd dream 



That flees as shadow from the sleeper's brain— 



A lamp — a star — ^gone out ! a bury'd theme ! 

 A joy— a hope that ne'er shall wake again ! 



EDWARD. 

 May, 1835. 



