Gbe Marbler 51 



So come now, sweetheart, cheer up, sweetheart, 

 Don't pucker, don't pout, let the little chuckles out, 

 Keep a-laughing, keep a-laughing, 

 Hee, hee, liee, hee; 

 Every maid's a little mellow till siie gets another fellow, 



Come, come, come, kiss me, kiss me, come, 

 Over hill and over hollow, I'll fly, you follow, 

 Kick your slipper, kick your slipper, 

 Tse, tse, tse, tse, tse, tse, tse." 



In striking contrast to the Bobolink are the verses entitled 



THE WANDERING ALBATROSS 



Lone Condor of the liquid cliff, that rears its awful verge, 

 From out of the angry deep, far up yon snowy Alp of surge; 

 Poised in thy proud colossal calm, thy huge, gigantic form. 

 Scorns with imperial disdain the whirlwind and the storm. 



Most of the poetic descriptions of the habits of birds are so apt that one 

 at all familiar with birds and their ways needs no mention of names to rec- 

 ognize them. For instance what could this be but the 



SONG SPARROW 



Thou first so.ig-charmer of the spring, seduced by thy sweet strain. 

 The timid violet twinkles out where long the snow hath lain; 

 Thou hast all seasons in thy song, all sparkles in thy thrills. 

 To clasp the circlet of the months with gems of silvery trills. 



Or this, 



Lisping like a lover, hissing like a snake, 



Rattling like a kingfisher, quacking like a drake, 



Barking like a coyote, mewing like a cat. 



So he goes from bird to bird, that Yellow-Breasted Chat.' 



This also is wonderfully apt and pretty : 



And who hath heard, thou brook-taught bird, 



The rapture of thy rhythmic gushes, 

 The liquid strain of whose refrain. 



Mocks back the music of the rushes? 



O silver tongue so finely strung, 



O trickling words, O pebbly trilling! 

 O holy hush, O Water Thrush, 



The dewiness of song distilling! 



A lovely stanza on the Indigo Bunting: 



The sky has stained thee through and through, 



With its cerulean color ; 

 And left on thee its liveliest hue, 



As summer days grow duller. 



A very charming pen picture of the Wood Duck is given in the first 

 stanza of the poem under that head. 



