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cation that is apparent to all who hear it, no less than if 

 the bird were truly offering prayers to some tutelary deity. 

 It is difficult to determine why a certain combination 

 of sounds should affect one with an emotion of sadness, 

 while another, under the same circumstances, produces 

 a feeling of joy. This is a part of the philosophy of 

 music which has not been explained. 



SONG OF THE GREEN WARBLER. 



Hear me, St. The - re - sa. 



THE MARYLAND YELLOW-THROAT. 



As we leave the forest and emerge into the open pas- 

 ture, we hear a greater number of birds than in the dark- 

 ness of the wood. More sounds are awake of every 

 description, not only those of a busy neighboring popu- 

 lation, but of domestic birds and quadrupeds. On the 

 outside of the wood, if the ground be half covered with 

 wild shrubs, you will hear often repeated the lively song 

 of the Maryland Yellow-Throat. Like the Summer Yel- 

 low-Bird, he is frequently seen among the willows ; but he ' 

 is less familiar, and seldom visits the garden or pleasure- 

 ground. The angler is startled by his notes on the rushy 

 borders of a pond, and the botanist listens to them while 

 peeping into some woodland hollow or bushy ravine. 

 Even the woodcutter is delighted with his song, when, 

 sitting upon a new-fallen tree, he hears the little bird 

 from a near cornel-bush, saying, / see, I see you, I see, I 

 see you, I see, I see you. These notes are not unlike those 

 of the Brigadier, and are both lively and agreeable. 



In its plumage the Yellow-Throat is very attractive. 

 It is of a bright olive-color above, with a yellow throat 



