Eut the Nightingale’s long gives it .1 fuperio- 
rity over every other bird; tire three, and the 
melody of its powers, are equally aftonithing. 
So iniall a bird that does not weigh more than 
half an ounce, can fill the compafc of a mile 
with its fong. 
In the fine nights in the fpring, when the wea¬ 
ther is fere no, and all nature fee ms as it were 
hufhed in Silence, this inimitable longtfer fills tlw 
grove witn a melody, which feems to unite tin 
excellencies of all ether finging birds, anJ in 
efFcdt far exceeds them : he begins with a flow 
and gentle warbling, at firft low, and half pro¬ 
nounced, as though he were trying his powers; 
by degrees his notes rife, he becomes more and 
more animated, and loud, and difplays fuch a 
combination of melody and powers, his notes are 
fo various, fo voluble, fo foft, histones fometimes 
fo plaintive, gently dying away, at others fo full, 
fo animated, and exprefiive, and the whole fo 
varied, and wonderfully combined, that it is 
impoflible to conceive found more melodious, or 
more interefting. The paufes in his fong pro¬ 
duce a wonderful effect, they give us time to en¬ 
joy thofe founds v/hofe impreflions are Ail! left 
upon the ear ; we foon wifli the fong to be re¬ 
peated ; and foon we hear another combination of 
^ 3 melody, 
