THE REDWiyG AND FIELDFARE. 



When the mournful winds of autumn sigh through the 

 semi-denuded branches, and the leaves of the trees are 

 falling all around, as 



One by one they wander through 

 The Indian summer's hazy bhie, 



and the first blasts from the north arrive, the Redwings, 

 in flocks, are in their van. Already winter has com- 

 menced his dreary swa}- in their far northern home, and 

 they must fly before him to those lands where his powers, 

 tiiough of no mean order, can }"et be tolerated by these 

 delightful songsters. Thus, as October's nut-brown 

 month is waning, the Redwing arrives here to spend his 

 winter. Redwings, in my opinion, perform their migra- 

 tions under the cover of night, and at this season of the 



