BOYHOOD AND BIRDS. 
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turbed, I could hear Mni on any night. He lived in a small 
clump of trees which had been left standing over a sink hole 
spring in a meadow, something like a mile from my father's 
house, and bordering upon a farm owned by our old friend 
B. Here I i-esorted regularly, every fair night, and, conceal- 
ing my person in a corner of the fence, with my cloak about 
me, would lie down on the grass to listen. He sat in a high 
tree of the clump, and I felt sure that his mate brooded lis- 
tening below upon her nest, in one of the low thorn-bushes 
scattered around ; for, surely, nothing but love could have 
made him so drunk with music ! 
At the sound of my coming, he Vv^ould hush for awhile, 
and then, in some short and rapid notes, the prelude opened. 
It rose slowly at first, with many sharp transitions, or low, 
dreamy interludes, as if he mused and dallied with his theme, 
— ^but now the song begins to swell. Silence has attuned her 
ear, and Earth hears her many voices singing in her sleep. 
Yes, they are all there ! Hear them, each warble, chirp, 
and thrill ! How they crowd upon each other ! You 
can hear the flutter of soft wings, as they come hurrying 
forth ! Hark ! that rich, clear whistle ! Bob White ! is it 
you ? There, the sudden scream ! Is it a Hawk ? Hey ! 
what a gush !■ — what a rolling, limpid gush ! Ah ! my dain- 
ty Ked-Breast, at thy matins early I Mew ! What, pussy ? 
No, the Oat-Bird ; hear its low, liquid love-notes linger 
round the roses by the garden walk ! Hilloa ! the world's 
on iire ! — listen ! listen ! listen to that little Wren ! — he will 
surely blow up — he must explode in the climax of that little 
agony of trills which it is rising on its very tip-toes to 
reach ! What now ? Quack ! quack ! phut ! phut ! craunch ! 
craunch ! cock-a-doodle-doo ! What ! the whole barn-yard ? 
Squeak ! squeak ! squeak !• — ^pigs and all ! Hark that melan- 
choly plaint ! — Whip-poor-will ! How sadly it comes from 
out the shadowy distance ! AYhat a contrast — the Eed 
Bird's lively whistle, shrilly mounting high, higher, highest! 
Hark the Orchard-Oracle's gay, delicious, raving, run-mad, 
