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ment of his head, his “eye in a fine frenzy 
rolling, glancing from heaven to earth, 
from earth to heaven.” His sight is mi¬ 
croscopic and his aim sure. Quick as 
thought he has seized his victim and is 
back to his perch. There is no strife, no 
pursuit,—one fell swoop and the matter 
is ended. That little Sparrow, as you 
will observe, is less skilled. It is the 
Socialis, and he finds his subsistence 
properly in various seeds and the larvae 
of insects, though he occasionally has 
higher aspirations, and seeks to emulate 
the Pewe.e, commencing and ending his 
career as a Flycatcher by an . awkward 
chase after a Beetle or “Miller.” He is 
hunting around in the grass now, I sus¬ 
pect, with the desire to indulge this fa¬ 
vorite whim. There!—the opportunity 
is afforded him. Away goes a little 
cream-colored Meadow-Moth in the most 
tortuous course he is capable of, and 
away goes Socialis in pursuit. The con¬ 
test is quite comical, though I dare say 
it is serious enough to the Moth. The 
chase continues for a few yards, when 
there is a sudden rushing to cover in the 
