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KIDD’S OWN 

JOURNAL. 

My opinion now is, that if we could have 
obtained a supply of birds in the Spring, 
and liberated them at once, we should have 
had far less trouble; but being anxious to 
have early nests, and informed that birds 
captured in the Spring would fret and die on 
the passage, we decided on an Autumn 
shipment. 
Datsies.—I must not forget to add that 
these beautiful little flowers are now ex- 
tending themselves, and I hope they may 
ultimately thrive. 
T. S. W. 
Manchester, Oct. 18. 
P. S.—Before concluding this, my report, 
let me ask, how can we distinguish among 
the robins, thrushes, and goldfinches, the 
male from the female? Is there any de- 
cisive mark? I have thought it would be 
desirable to send out a nest with both 
parents, and then there could be no mistake. 
I am told that the robin will feed her 
young in confinement; and I do know that 
the lark will, for in the Manchester market 
I have seen one feed the young of two 
nests—neither of them her own. I would 
suggest, that all persons taking a real in- 
terest in American affairs, might readily 
aid us in carrying out our object, by each 
taking single pairs of birds out with them. 
The trouble would be a mere bagatelle to 
those who love natural history ; and this 
class, thank God, is rapidly increasing. I 
will undertake, on the part of the “ Brooklyn 
Natural History Society,” of New York, 
that they will be ably and most kindly 
seconded in their efforts. 
As for you, my dear sir, we lean most 
heavily upon you. You not only can serve 
us; but, reading your heart, I say at once 
that I know you WILL assist us from first 
to last. Am I right ?—T. 8. W. 
[Quite right, my dear sir. Heart and 
hand are yours. Our head is well stored 
with all you want to know; and as for our 
pen, it longs for next month to arrive, that 
it may be “eloquent” on a subject most 
dear to us. Tarry a little, as our columns 
punishable by a fine of five dollars for every 
bird killed, wounded, or trapped, and for every 
bird’s nest destroyed, or eggs or young birds 
removed, recoverable in any Justice’s Court 
within the County where the offence has been 
committed, to be sued for by any person making 
the complaint. The penalty to go towards the 
support of the poor of the County. 
Section 2.—Any Person who shall knowingly 
buy or sell any bird which has been killed or 
trapped, or shall have such bird on sale, shall be 
deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, punishable with 
a fine of five dollars for every bird bought, sold, 
or on sale, to be recovered and to be disposed of 
in like manner, as provided for in the first Section 
of this Act. 


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THe ILuustRaTED LONDON MAGAZINE. 
Part 3. Piper. 
This periodical appears to be issued by a 
number of good fellows, for the public 
benefit only. It never can remunerate the 
proprietors for the materzel furnished, nor 
for the expenditure lavished on the wood 
engravings. 
The contributors are—the Hon. Mrs. 
Norton, W. Carleton, Horace Mayhew, 
Captain Mayne Reid, and others of fair 
fame. Thomas Miller, too, is among the 
staff. The best service we can render the 
work is to give an extract from it. This 
shall be part of an article entitled the 
“ Death of Summer,” by T. Miller :— 
Summer had now arrived at the full woman- 
hood of her beauty, and walked the earth robed 
in her richest attire; her loveliness stamped with 
a majesty such as we see not on the timid 
countenance of her sweet sister, Spring. There 
was a deeper blush on her cheek, and a warmer 
olive on her brow—through wandering among the 
thickets of roses, and basking in the lily-tanning 
sunshine—than is found on the features of the 
April maiden, whose brow is wreathed with snow- 
drops and early violets. But the whisper that 
ran through the yellow corn told her that the 
leaves would neither become greener, nor grow 
longer; but that she had finished the beautiful 
bowers which she had been so long building up, 
and which the birds had sung in, and the bees 
murmured about, and the flowers so thickly en- 
wreathed that, through pressing one upon another, 
many of the sweetest had already died. Some- 
times she sat within her flower-roofed arbour, 
with her head resting on her hand, and marvelled 
to herself why she heard not so many familiar 
voices as were wont to greet her in the golden 
dawn, and when the day threw over its face a 
veil of blue twilight; and an unconscious sigh, 
which just waved the drooping jasmine, would 
escape her, as she wondered why they were 
hushed. She looked up to the sky for the lark, 
and into the tree for the cuckoo; and when the 
day died, listened for the heart-thrilling song of 
the nightingale, but they were gone—the lark 
was grieving somewhere; the grey cuckoo had 
crossed the sea; and the nightingale was singing 
to the sun-dyed maidens of the South, leaving his 
blue-eyed Summer to mourn alone in the haw- 
thorn-girded valleys of breezy England. She sat 

