84 About the Feathered Folk. 



Heard there in the solitudes of the 

 Pentlands, it struck me as doubly 

 beautiful. 



But there is not a county in 

 England, not a mountain-range in 

 Scotland, not a stretch of moor 

 in Ireland, that has not some beauty 

 special to itself some plant or in- 

 sect, some form of hill or dale, 

 some sweep of lush meadow-land, 

 or (as it most concerns us now 

 to notice) some bird which may 

 be said to belong just specially 

 there. 



Even Londoners are not quite de- 

 frauded of song-birds. There are 

 Wood-pigeons in Kensington Gar- 

 dens ; and Chaffinches in St. James's 

 Park; and Robins any number 

 of them ! And there are Thrushes 

 and half a dozen other singers in 

 the Regent's Park and the other 

 tree-planted places of the town. 

 So every one may open their ears 

 to be gladdened, every one may 



