APRIL 
MHE mavis of the poet is not an 
aq, American bird, but the vernal glad- 
pea ness overspreads the world, and 
! each country has its own peculiar 
songsters to give a welcome to the 
** Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire, 
Hoar Winter’s blooming child, delightful Spring !” 
By the force of habit and the influence of 
names, the appearance of spring in March, 
however genuine, always seems preliminary, 
and not till April do we feel ourselves fully 
launched upon the new course of things. 
The month was ushered in with the first full 
song of the white-throated sparrows, for which I 
have been impatiently waiting ; and so gener- 
ally throughout the Park did their strain fall 
upon my ear, that it was evidently the result of 
clever prearrangement. 
It is quite aptly called ‘‘ peabody bird,’’ as 
the main part of its song has a striking resem- 
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