THE NIGHT. 



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sun, and at evening faithfully congregate to watch it setting on our 



Scottish shores. Towards evening, 



the heath-cock, that he may see 



it longer, stands on tiptoe and 



balances himself on the branch of 



the tallest willow." . -: 



Light, love, and song, have for '^'»*J: 



them but one meaning. If you i^r^fe 



would have the captive nightingale '^"^^""^^ 



sing when it is not the season of l^\ 



his loves, cover up his cage, then 

 suddenly let in the light upon him, 

 and he recovers his voice. The 

 unfortunate chaffinch, blinded by 

 barbarous hands, sings with a 

 despairing and sickly animation, ^^ 



creating" for himself the lig-ht of , ' ''" 

 harmony with liis voice, becoming a "^-7: 



sun unto himself in his internal lire. 



I would willingly believe that 

 this is the chief inspiration of the 

 bird's song in our gloomy climates, 

 where tlie sun appears only in vivid 

 flashes. In comparison with those 

 brilliant zones where he never quits 

 the horizon, our countries, veiled 

 in mist and cloud, but o-lowincr at 

 intervals, have exactly the effect of 

 the cage, first covered, an<I then 

 exposed, of the imprisoned night- 

 ingale. They provoke the strain, 

 and, like light, awaken bursts of 

 harmony. 



Even the bird's flight is influenced by it. Flight depends on the 



