66 NATURAL HISTORY OF SELBORNE 



This morning I saw the golden-crowned wren, whos< 

 crown glitters like burnished gold. It often hangs like ; 

 titmouse, with its back downwards. 



[I look back not without confusion at the length of rm 

 letter : and am with great esteem, 



Y r obedient servant, 

 GIL : WHITE.] 



