note or call has 

 its twin echo. A " mock- 

 ine-thrush" he is, indeed, 

 for he mimics his own 

 song from morn till 

 night in all the thick- 

 ets and pasture-lands. Take care 

 there ! why, you almost trod upon 

 that feathery tuft of " Dutchman's 

 breeches." Oh, who is he that 

 dared to clothe this sweet bios- •> 



som in such an ignominious '■/ 



title ? Where is the Dutchman 

 that ever wore unmentionables of such 

 exquisite pink satin as that pale di- 

 ccntra wears ? No wonder their 

 little broken hearts droop at the __-- ''\'V1. 



insult ! 



The grotesque Jack-in-the-pulpit, rising above 



THE COLUMBINE. 



