lirccdiiiiy Restilfs at Park I.odifc Aviaries, 299 
\\;ilkci-. Mr. Sparrow was madly in love wiili another Spar- 
row's wife, and he built this edifice opposite tiie Ironi door 
of the other Yellow Sparrow's abode. He did tiiis ,vi;h a 
doubk" purpose. Firstly, it was that he mij^ht watrii his 
adored one from his own tenement, and secondly, tiiat lie 
might irritate and annoy his hated rival. But the haled rival 
was on the whole seemingly rather indifferent, and the lady, so 
far from encouraging an illicit intrigue, displayed an ocemplary 
wrath and indignation against the attentive widower. At the 
same time she appeared to regard her lawful husband as a 
kind <,)! amateur politician and strategist, for he did very little 
to help her in tiie house. The children, as is usual, looked 
ujjoii their father with unrestrained awe. He was indeed the 
man of wrath; han the Terrible. But "What about Car- 
dinals" you ask. and by the question I am recalled from the 
world of romance. If you were to ask the Yellow Sparrow 
widower, he would agree that the Cardinals cer- 
tainl) did not only come into the picture, but even 
tilled it. They appropriated this exceedingly well ventilated 
nest and, in defiance of all natural laws, one of the " cock " 
birds laid three eggs in n. '1 he widowed .Sparrow was most 
indignant; the other Sparrows were rather relieved. The 
writer was rather puzzled, but like Brer Rabbit "laid low and 
said nufhnk." The Red-crested Cardinals were easily dis- 
tinguished, as one had not yet assumed the full brilliance of 
adult plumage and its crest was distinctly patchy. When the 
older Cardinal was away the younger one would slyly approach 
the nest and surreptitiously remove a few of the principal 
beams and joists. 1 then knew that Cardinal No. 2 was a 
female. No male bird would have thought of so diabolical 
a bit of spite out of sheer jealousy. The eggs were exactly 
like a lark's, only longer and very small for tiie size of the 
bird. 'J hey proved to be clear, which gave me an additional, 
although by no means certain, proof that I had two hens. 
However, Sir Leo Chiozza Money very kmdly presented me 
with, what proved to be, an undoubted cock bird. The old 
hen was the successful and fortunate damsel. The younger 
one lacked experience and so was caught up, and now graces 
the aviary of Dr. Hopkinson, at Brighton, where, I understand, 
