WOOD TARUSA. 
Turdus mustelinus GMELIN. 
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Pirate I. Fic. 5. 
In the Summer-time is heard— 
“Eolie—Eolie!"’ 
O’er and o'er, this single word, 
Little song of little bird— 
Love song if I have not erred— 
“Eolie!” 
Lonely longs he deeply stirred, 
As so clear, so soft sings he— 
“Eolie—Eolie !’” 
As he sings with flute-like trill— 
“Eolie—Eolie!”’ 
Lists the air, grown hushed and still; 
Listens in the vale the rill; 
List the trees on plain and hill— 
“Folie!” 
And his notes the wild flowers thrill, 
As so clear, so soft sings he— 
“Eolie—Eolie!” 
Long he calls his sweetheart dear— 
“Eolie—Eolie!"’ 
Where is she ?—afar or near ?— 
She is dead, I sometimes fear, 
Nevermore his song will hear 
“Eolie!” 
Seems it ‘‘a melodious tear,” 
As so clear, so soft sings he— 
“Eolie—Eolie!”’ 
As I hear at close of day— 
“Eolie—Eolie!’’ 
Memories of a lovely may, 
Loved and loving, far away, 
Chiming, mingle with the lay— 
“Eolie!”’ 
‘“‘Where is she?” I, sighing, say, 
As so clear, so soft sings he— 
“Eolie—Eolie!"’ ; 
W. L. SHOEMAKER. 
May 12, 1883. 
aIESHE majestic forests of middle and northern Wisconsin, Michigan, New England and 
q a the mountain ranges of the Alleghanies are full of untold delight for the lover of 
nature. In the wildest confusion grow hemlocks, balsam firs, white pines, maples, elms, 
birches, beeches, ashes, oaks, lindens, hickories, and many other trees and shrubs. The 
balsamic odor of the evergreens and the fragrance of the wild flowers fills the atmos- 
phere. On every side dense shrubbery and thickets of various conifers are seen. All the 
