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A NATURALIST ON THE PROWL. 
and tree to tree, suffering the ecstatic pains of a 
jealous suitor. What a masher he is in his new spring 
costume, with his black and white tail expanded like 
a fan, and his glossy breast at the very point of 
bursting with the frenzies of song which spout and 
gush from his swollen throat ! It may well be that 
the same all-pervading 
uence calls forth 
highest efforts of 
cricket, but he 
gs in solitude and 
mournful tones, as 
}f slighted love. 
Thus, on one side, is 
the trivial faculty of 
sound-making seized 
upon and turned to 
MAGPIE ROBIN. 
account by the sublime and almost unearthly faculty of 
discerning and enjoying “ the hidden soul of harmony.” 
On the other side it is brought into servitude by quite 
another faculty, and sound grows into language ; but how 
great a subject is that ! Perhaps one day it too will have 
its Max Muller. 
