Berkeley in May, 



becomes infused with the subtle delight 

 of the sunset sky, the sweet odors of 

 the evening and the cool air of the night. 

 "^«/, qui^ quiy quia^ quia, quia,'' he sings, 

 with his little throat shaking and trem- 

 bling with the resonant quality of the 

 sound. Well can he afford to be clad 

 in olive and brown, relieved only by the 

 white speckled breast, with such wealth 

 of song at his command! His whole 

 composition is too delicately attuned to 

 admit of showy colors. Notice his 

 large, bright eye, his long, slender legs 

 and delicate beak, his half-calm, half- 

 timid manners as he stands upon a 

 twig in the obscurity of the foliage. 

 He is a creature apart from the vul- 

 gar throng that surround him, and the 

 exclusiveness of his hours of song show 

 that he is not unconscious of his super- 

 iority. 



As the month of May advances, the 

 landscape assumes more and more the 

 typical aspect of summer. The rains 

 have ceased for the season and already 



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