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other words, they "have the defects of their 

 qualities." Probably Paul's confession, " When 

 I am weak, then am I strong," is after all only 

 the personal statement of a general law, as true 

 of a poplar as of a Christian. For we all be- 

 lieve (do we not?) that the world is a uni- 

 verse, governed throughout by one Mind, so 

 that whatever holds in one part is good every- 

 where. 



But it was June, and the birds, who were 

 singing from daylight till dark, would have the 

 most of my attention. It was pleasant to find 

 here two comparatively rare warblers, of whom 

 I had before had only casual glimpses, the 

 mourning warbler and the bay-breasted. The 

 former was singing his loud but commonplace 

 ditty within a few rods of the piazza on one 

 side of the house, while his congener, the Mary- 

 land yellow-throat, was to be heard on the other 

 side, along with the black-cap {Dendroeca stri- 

 ata), the black-and-yellow, and the Canadian 

 flycatcher. The mourning warbler's song, as 

 I heard it, was like this : Whit whit whit, wit 

 wit. The first three notes were deliberate and 

 loud, on one key, and without accent. The 

 last two were pitched a little lower, and were 

 shorter, with the accent on the first of the pair ; 

 they were thinner in tone than the opening 

 triplet, as is meant to be indicated by the dif- 



