THE CATBIRD. "]"] 



missed her pet of many years, but as summer went 

 on, was sure that it was he who sometimes appeared 

 and sung to her in the garden at sunset. 



All the bird students agree that the Catbird loves 

 to have a listener. 



" Come forth ! " my Catbird calls to me, 

 " And hear me sing my cavatina " — 



,,^y. \ Vi -t>^ 



Fig. II. — Catbird. 



Lowell writes, and there are evil-minded critics who, 

 therefore, blame the bird for vanity ; but let us agree 

 with those who love the merry song and the good- 

 natured but capricious little singer. 



This is one of the birds who has been so often on 

 trial for his life, because his ways have been so little 



