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spring and autumn. I sometimes hear 
in the city its sweet notes; but to hear 
them in perfection you must go further 
north, where he seems to sing constantly. 
It is there called the Ben Peabody bird, 
as his notes are Ben Beabody, peabody; 
peabody repeated in a musical and plain- 
tive noté. The poet describes him thus: 
“Hark: ’Ds our northern nightingale that sings 
In far-off leafy cloisters, dark and cool ; 
Flinging his flute notes bounding from the skies. 
Thou wild musician of the northern streams, 
Most tuneful minstrel of the forest choirs, 
Bird of all grace, and harmony of soul, 
Unseen, we hail thee for thy blissful voice. 
“Deep in the shade, we lie and listen long, 
Learn from such notes, fresh hints of praise, 
That upward swelling from the graceful tribe 
Circles the hills with melodies of joy.” 
The Chipping Sparrow, or Chippie, you 
all know, as it is here in large numbers. 
It has no long-sustained song, but its 
chirp is rather musical. Itis often called 
the Hair bird, for the reason that it lines 
