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bib and tucker, should swagger into their midst, sing- 

 ing one of those Low-Dutch voluntaries which he loves 

 to pour down into the ears of our mowers in haying 

 time. Not only would such an apparition and overture 

 throw the best-trained orchestra of Old World birds into 

 amazement or confusion, but astonish all the human 

 listeners at an English concert. With what a wonder- 

 ment would one of these blooming, country milkmaids 

 look at the droll harlequin, and listen to those familiar 

 words of his, set to his own music : 



Go to milk ! go to milk ! 

 Oh, Miss Phillisey, 

 Dear Miss Phillisey, 

 What will "Willie say 

 If you don't go to milk ! 

 No cheese, no cheese, 

 No butter nor cheese 

 If you don't go to milk. 



It is a wonder that in these days of refined civiliza- 

 tion, when Jenny Land, Grisi, Patti, and other cele- 

 brated European singers, some of them from very warm 

 climates, are transported to America to delight our 

 Upper- Tendom, that there should be no persistent and 

 successful effort to introduce the English lark into our 

 out-door orchestra of singing-birds. No European voice 

 would be more welcome to the American million. It 

 would be a great gain to the nation, and be helpful to 

 our religious devotions, as well as to our secular satis- 



