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pursuit of the lordly Heron, or the holy 

 hymn of the priest and the chaunt of the 

 grey vestured and shaven monk at the 

 altar of the MOST HIGH. These have 

 passed away. Knight and noble, lady and 

 page, prior and priest, great and low, all, 

 all have sank into the grave, and none 

 wot now of their transient existence. 

 Yet, hovering amid the same scenes, the 

 Jack-daw still lives and moves the lord of 

 all, while the prouder and nobler of mor- 

 tality are forgotten. 



The Jack-daw, though living in such 

 localities, and somewhat unsocial in his 

 habits, from the knowledge that man is 

 not one to trust, a knowledge which only 

 in the human breast is acquired after 

 many years of manly experience in the 

 world, is still a favourite with the farmers 

 and peasantry of his native land. There, 

 habited in his raven suit, with a plain ash- 

 grey mark upon the hind part of his head, 

 he strolls from field to field and wood to 

 wood, as much like one of the wandering 

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