I AM writing opposite a graceful collection of 

 ' nests of French birds, made for me by a friend, I 

 am able thus to appreciate, to verify the descriptions 

 of authoi-s, to improve them, perhaps, if the very 

 limited resources of style can give any just idea of 

 a wholly special art, less analogous to oura than 

 one would be tempted to believe at the first glance. 

 Nothing in this branch of study can supply the 

 place of actual sight of the objects. You must see 

 and touch ; you will then perceive that all compari- 

 son is false and inaccurate. These things belong 

 to a world apart. Shall we say above, or beloiu the 

 works of man ? Neither the one nor the other ; 

 but essentially difierent, and whose supposed simi- 

 larities (or relations) are only external. 



