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intruder is chased away in the most undevout manner. 
This done, religious service is resumed with increased 
fervor. If it be the second or third week in June, his 
mate may be sitting near by, on four or five white eggs, or 
the same number of “Free-willer” fledglings, which the 
pious father feels it his first duty to protect. 
Mr. Trowbridge has some happy lines to this little fly- 
catcher : — 
“ To trace it in its green retreat 
I sought among the boughs in vain; 
And followed still the wandering strain, 
So melancholy and so sweet 
The dim-eyed violets yearned with pain. 
°T was now a sorrow in the air, 
Some nymph’s immortalized despair 
Haunting the woods and waterfalls ; 
And now at long, sad intervals, 
Sitting unseen in dusky shade, 
His plaintive pipe some fairy played 
With long-drawn cadence thin and clear, — 
Pewee! pewee! pewee!” 
Pe - wee peer! Pe-weepeer! Pe-weepeer! Pe-weel 
