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sible to say, for nothing could have been more inoffen- 

 sive than the poor Doves, or, I feel sure, have given 

 less provocation to the Quail. 



Well, it was a thousand pities, but there was no use 

 in fretting about what was done, so I paid another visit 

 to Mr. Jamrach with the intention of buying a new 

 mate for the disconsolate widower, but there were no 

 more Green-winged Doves in stock just then at the Depot 

 in East India Dock Road, Poplar, and I had to return 

 home as I had gone stay, not quite, for I brought 

 some other birds back with me, I feel certain, though 

 I cannot now recollect what they were: however, there 

 was not a Pigeon among them ; on that point I have 

 a distinct recollection. 



The summer passed away, all too quickly, as it has 

 a trick of doing in this variable climate of ours, and the 

 Quail having been promptly removed from his society, 

 the widower Dove lived quietly by himself in the aviary 

 in company with a pair of Thrushes and some other 

 small and harmless birds, until I. received the Cambayan, 

 of whom mention has been made, and then peace for- 

 sook the semi-sylvan scene, and spreading her wings 

 flew rapidly away to that Empyrean she must then have 

 regretted having left for earth; and had I not put the 

 Green-wing elsewhere he would certainly have been 

 killed by the desperate Moor. 



For a long time I tried to obtain another Green- 

 winged hen Pigeon, but in vain: cocks there were in 



