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regretted by every one acquainted either with the man or his labours. 

 Shortly before his lamented, and, as naturalists would say, his pre- 

 mature death, he requested that his eutire collection of eggs should 

 be handed over to his friend aud fellow-traveller, Mr. Newton, who 

 accepted the trust from the hands of Mr. WoUey's father, and accom- 

 panied by a manuscript called an Egg-book, containing the carefully 

 preserved records of his experience iu what is popularly called Birds- 

 nesting. 



Mr. Newton has very wisely concluded to combine these two 

 sources of information, viz. the eggs themselves, and the notes which 

 describe where they were found or under what circumstances obtained, 

 reserving for the conclusion of his editorial labours a detailed intro- 

 duction to the really splendid work, the first instalment only of which 

 is now before us. 



However, notwithstanding this reservation, editorial notes, the 

 records of the personal experience both of the editor and his brother, 

 are added throughout, but always clearly distinguished from Mr. 

 Wolley's observations by a different type. 



I regret my inability to quote at large from this interesting work, 

 a glance at the crowded state of my pages will convince the most un- 

 observant that " want of space " is no fictitious excuse. I select a 

 single specimen, and hope hereafter to recur to these delightful pages. 



Golden Eagle. — " We started from the inn with two men carrying 

 the sixty-fathom ropes, which I had had made iu the town. We 

 rested at a place where the foreman was anxious to get rid of eagles, 

 and sent for the shepherd, at whose house we had been the day before, 

 and who was to follow us. We had heard many different accounts — 

 how that the foxhuuter killed one eagle a iew weeks ago, &c. Some 

 were willing to mislead us, others not so, but all agreed that the nest 

 was inaccessible. 



*' We reached the crag after a walk of some eight or nine miles 

 from the village. It is a very high cliff overhanging a large loch of 

 the same name. A small birch wood slopes from it to the water. We 

 saw an eagle fly, and settle again at the top of the cliff. Arrived at 

 the shepherd's house, he agreed to come with us, and his son was to 

 show us the nest; but afterwards the old fellow turned coward and 

 would not come near the edge. Having returned, under guidance of 

 the shepherd's son, to where we saw the eagle, I made out the nest 

 with the help of my glass, but could not point it out exactly to my 

 companion. However, he was to remain below with the boy and to 

 signal to me where it was. Having reached the top in about half an 



