then, after greeting the Juncos and Snowflakes just come from the north, and bidding 
adieu to his intimate friends, the Chickadees, he joins the Kinglets and Warblers, now on 
their southern journey, and who tarry long enough for him to make his final preparations, 
and with them he seeks a sunnier clime. On some pleasant November morning, when we 
hear his sweet warble from an adjacent fence, though at the time we are unable to interpret 
the burden of his lay, he is, in his own ‘‘gentle, high-bred manner,’ bidding us 
FAREWELL. 
