i86 BIRDS IN TOWN AND VILLAGE 



do environ me guns and cats and snares, with wet 

 and fog and hard frosts to come/' 



And, seeing my error, I should open the cage and 

 let them fly away* Even to death, I should let them 

 fly, for there would be a taste of liberty first, and 

 life without that sweet savour, whether of aerial 

 bird or earth-bound man, is not worth living. 



