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NATURE NOTES. 
WHEN SPRING AND THE THROSTLE COME 
BACK FROM THE SEA. 
March is here with her sound of brooks, 
March is come with her clamour of rooks, 
Bleating of sheep and lowing of herds. 
Cry of the raven and twitter of birds ; 
But mellower far over lake, over lea. 
Is the flute of the throstle come back from the sea. 
“ Sweet, sweet, sweet ! ” how her melody thrills. 
Where the sun looks over the snow-crowned hills, 
“ Sweet, sweet, s.veet ! ” how her voice prevails 
When the sun dies out of the purple dales. 
“ Sweet ! ” when the star hangs bright in the tree. 
Is the song of the throstle come back from the sea. 
Soft are the whispers of shore-ward dunes 
Where the thrush in the winter nursed her tunes, 
Loud is the chanting of wave and wind 
And ocean-harmonies left behind. 
But dearer than all is the music for me. 
When Spring and the Throstle come back from the sea. 
H. D. Rawnsley. 
THE CLOTHES MOTH. 
are all of us but too familiar with the ravages of the 
iwW common “ Clothes Moth,” ever busy fretting both our 
garments and our tempers. We find our cherished furs 
and woollens — which we fondly imagined we had put 
away so carefully — utterly ruined by what we emphatically call 
the moth, as if but one species really existed, and we refuse it our 
interest and our sympathy. When we find some piece of material 
containing moth-larvae, we are usually too intent upon destroying 
them to bestow much thought upon the habits of the creature, 
but I have discovered of late that even these moths are so 
curious as to be well worth a little careful study. 
I will relate how I came to know something about the life- 
history of some of the Times, the name by which these insects 
are known. 
Many years ago a friend gave me some beautiful grey feathers 
of birds which he had obtained during a voyage up the Nile. 
The majority of these feathers had been arranged in my feather- 
books, but a few remained in a drawer, and on examining them 
after a lapse of time I found they were shredded and perforated 
