92 THE NIDOLOGIST 
THE NIDOLOGIST. 
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Song to the Chickadee. 
After © Sweet Marie.” 
BY E. A. DOOLITTLE, PAINESVILLE, 0. 
‘VE a bird song in my heart, 
Chickadee; 
One that I would impart, 
Tit, to thee : 
From the woodland, from the dell, 
Where in happiness you dwell, 
Comes the song I love so well, 
Chickadee ! 
Come to me, 
Chickadee ; 
Chickadee, 
Come to me, 
Not because you're full of grace, 
Birdie wee ; 
But your form so very small, 
And your hearty, happy call, 
Make me love you best of all, 
Chickadee. 
Though the snow is on the ground, 
Chickadee, 
Still your happy, cheery sound 
Comes to me. 
Everyone that passes by 
Hesitates, and wonders why 
To the South you do not fly, 
Chickadee. 
Sing to me, 
Chickadee ; 
Chickadee, 
Sing to me; 
Not because your song excels, 
Birdie wee ; 
But the other birds are still, 
And your sweet contented trill 
Seems to lessen winter’s chill, 
Chickadee. 
When you stand out in the blast, 
Chickadee, 
Recollections of the past 
Come to me ; 
I mean that warm spring day, 
The thirty-first of May, 
When I stole your eggs away, 
Chickadee. 
I can see, 
Chickadee ; 
Chickadee, 
I can see 
That it was a heartless act, 
Birdie wee ; 
But since I have a ‘‘clutch,” 
No more your eggs I’ll touch, 
Though I'd prize them very much, 
Chickadee. 
i 
A TRUE 
Lover OF BIRDs. 
No recent event in the world of Ornithologists has 
caused more regret than the recent death of Henry 
Seebohm, the famous naturalist, who devoted his life 
and much of his large fortune to researches in Orni- 
thology, often undertaking long and perilous journeys 
in search of hitherto undiscovered eggs. One of his 
expeditions was, in company with Mr. Harvie-Brown, 
into Siberia, in search of eggs of the Gray Plover 
and Little Stint, both of which were found. His 
British Birds, Siberia in Asia, and other illus- 
trious works will long survive him in fitting commem- 
oration of his ardent love of science. He has left his 
great collection, numbering 16,000 specimens, to the 
British nation. 
We have reproduced the excellent portrait of Mr. 
Seebohm, from Zhe Ornithologist, the charming new 
publication just launched by H. Kirke Swann, Esq. 
Messrs. WILLIAMSON AND CHADWICK, the active 
collectors of Loring, Kan., make a specialty of collect- 
ing eggs of the Great Horned Owl. The editor was 
reminded of this most pleasingly the other day by 
the presentation of a set of three eggs of Budo of their 
take. They were beautifully prepared. 
