OUR NATIVE SONGSTERS. 



*' The Thrasb's song 

 Is varied as his plumes ; and as hi.s plumes 

 Blend beauteous, each with each, so run his notes 

 Smoothly, -with many a happy rise and fall. 

 How prettily upon his jmrded breast 

 The vividly contrasting tints unite 

 To please the adnuring eye ; so loud and soft, 

 And high and low, all in his notes combine 

 In alternation sweet to charm the ear." 



The French temi tlic tliru.she.^, Jes Gri'ves, from 

 r/rive, speckled, because of their mottled breast. 

 Our 8ong-thrush, however, is tlic Claris of the 

 Scotch, and the Singdrossel of tlie German.'*, the 

 Throstle of our English ]»oets, and the small Mis.«*el- 

 thrush of some ornithologists. It is sometimes 

 kept in cages f<^r its song, and this may often be 

 heard far otf, as it comes sounding through the 

 busy street, when perched on high, at some 

 window, the thrush carols his morning lav. It is 

 said to live for six or eight yeors in a cage. Per- 

 chance its song may soothe some one to whom on 

 the sick couch it brings a tune of green wootls. 

 Perchance, to some mechanic, who toils in the 

 busy city, it bears a memory of early days, passed 

 in the country, when lie can no longer Avander to 

 hear it among the green boughs. From such we 



