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summer wind. Here on the hill-side lay thee down on this grassy 
bank, beside the block of gneiss that in some convulsion of primeval 
times has been hurled unbroken from the fissured crag above. On 
the slope beneath are small winding plots of corn, with intervals of 
pasture and tufts of the Yellow Iris. The coast is here formed of 
shelving crags and jutting promontories, there stretches along in a 
winding beach of white sand, on which the wavelets rush with 
gentle murmur. F locks of Mergansers and dusky Cormorants are 
fishing in the Bay ; the white Gannets are flying in strings towards 
the ocean ; the Rock Doves glide past on whistling pinions, and 
the joyous Starlings bound towards their rocky homes. Hark to 
the ery of the Corn-Crake, softened by distance, now seeming to 
come from afar, now louder, as if borne toward you by the breeze. 
Tt has ceased, but the Cuckoo ealls to his mate from the cairn on 
the hill. Again alkis silent. The streaks in the channel show 
that the tide is ebbing; a thin white vapour is spread over the 
distant islands ; and beyond them the spirit wings its flight over 
the broad surface of the ocean, to where the air and the waters 
blend on the western horizon. But it is recalled by the clear, 
loud notes of that speckled warbler, that in the softened sunshine 
pours forth his wild melodies on the gladdened ear. Listen, and 
think how should you describe the strain so as to impress its 
characters on the mind of one who never heard it. Perhaps you 
might say that it consists of a succession of notes, greatly diversified, 
repeated at short intervals with variations, and protracted for a 
long time ; that it is loud, clear, and mellow, generally sprightly, 
but at times tender and melting. You might add that two birds 
at a distance from each other often respond, the one commencing 
its song when the other has ceased; and that sometimes several 
may be heard at once, fillimg a whole glen with their warblings. 
Listen again, and say what does it resemble ? 
Dear, dear, dear, go" 
In the rocky glen, y 
Far away, far away, far away, 
The haunts of men, 
There shall we dwell in love 
With the lark and the dove, 
Cuckoo and corn rail; 
Feast ou the banded snail, 
Worm, and gilded fly ; 
Drink of the crystal rill, 
Winding adown the hill, 
Never to dry. 
With glee, with glee, with glee, 
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up; here 
Nothing to harm us; then sing merrily, 
Sing to the loved one whose nest is near. 
Qui, gui, qui, kween, guip, 
Tiurra, tiurra, chipiwi, 
Too-tee, too-tee, chiu, choo, 
Chirri, chirri, chooee, 
Quiu, qui, qui. 
‘No more, pray; the Thrush’s songis indescribable and inimitable. 
It is heard at all seasons in fine weather, but especially in spring 
