wood pewee. On the beach you see the sand- 
piper chasing the surf down the sands to catch 
the sand-fiddler, a tender morsel for his palate. 
Of the warblers I have seen but one, the 
warbling vireo. He was here for a few days 
only. His song was the same as we are accus- 
tomed to hear about Pine Hills—“ Don’t you 
wish you were me? Don’t you wish you were 
me?” 
Swallows in the early morning and evening 
swim in the air over the cottages, a pretty sight; 
but they find no barns, no opportunity for nest- 
ing, and are only visitors to feed on the insect 
life so abundant during the morning and evening 
tide. 
English sparrows as seen here are not as ob- 
jectionable as when farther north. They are not 
so provokingly numerous, nor so exasperatingly 
noisy, but, considering the absence of other birds, 
quite acceptable. There is a place for all birds, 
when all birds are in place, and the seaside is a 
good place for the English sparrow. 
Monmouth Beach Trees. 
The willow, the locust and the sycamore are 
the native trees of Monmouth Beach. Others, of 
which there are many, have been brought here 
by the cottage owners. In the spring of the 
year the willows are extremely beautiful, but 
they turn brown and drop their leaves early in 
the fall, after which they look forlorn and blight- 
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