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THE WHITE, BARN, OR SCREECH OWL. 
(Strixflammea.) 
from yonder ivy-mantled tower 
The moping Owl does to the moon complain 
Of such as, wandering near hsr secret bower, 
Molest her ancient solitary reign. 
Hark ! how the sacred calm that breathes around 
Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease ; 
In still small accents whispering from the ground, 
A grateful earnest of eternal peace. GRAY. 
THIS bird is about the size of a pigeon. Its beak, hooked 
at the end, is more than an inch and a half long. There 
is a circle or wreath of white, soft, and downy feathers, en- 
