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mentioned by Mr. Trippe were not noticeable, and every 

 note, as both my companion and I heard them, was clear, 

 of moderate volume, and sweet. Furthermore, they sang 

 constantly, and, unlike many other warblers, frequently 

 stopped to sing, as though fond of their own music ; and 

 did not, as is so common, merely fling out the notes that 

 gathered in their throats, as though they were obstacles to 

 fly-catching. 



Another warbler noted particularly was the black- 

 throated green, which at home sings but moderately well, 

 and, I think, never in a manner to make it noticeable 

 to the unobservant. So far, my own impression, at least, 

 and I was recently much surprised to hear a friend an- 

 nounce that before he arose that morning, he had heard 

 one of these birds singing, although the window was but 

 slightly opened. Perhaps an ardent lover of birds blessed 

 with such acute hearing may be inclined to call the green 

 warbler a fine songster ; but it is not likely to be classed as 

 such by the less gifted commonalty. For many a sum- 

 mer I had tried most faithfully to hear the " Hear me, St. 

 Theresa ! " so gracefully described by Wilson Flagg. On 

 the shores of Lake Hopatcong, I at last heard it. Whether 

 these birds were at the very tops of the tallest trees or in 

 the tangled thickets that filled every space between the 

 huge rocks, it mattered not. They sang incessantly, 

 morning, noon, and night; and always as sweetly and 

 clearly as the song was continuous. Here, these birds 

 are found all summer ; in other words, are at home, and 

 proved new birds to me. 



The redeye, among the vireos, too, had a more flute- 

 like song, and, like the warbler, sang at all hours ; but 

 never lapsed into the peevish, complaining, muffled utter- 

 ance, so commonly heard in south Jersey — as though pro- 

 testing against the humid, enervating heat. And again, 

 upon the summits of the highest surrounding hills, were 



