Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1855-04-07

10 the SOUND oil MS mOnOtOncu3 nOte. lie Is
socable little being and seeks the habitaiion Of
man. A pair Of them have built beneath my
porch, and have reared several broods here, fol
two years past, their nest being never disturbed
They arrive carly in the spring, just when the
crocus and the snow-drop begin TO peep forth.
Their first chirp spreads gladncss through the
house, 1.-THE Phebe birds have come !" is
heard on all sides they are welcomed back
like members Of the family and speculaiions
are made upon whoro they have been, and what
countries they have seen, during their long alb
sence. Their arrival is the more cheering as
it is pronounced, by the old wealher-wise poo
pie Of the country, the sure sign that the Sc
we're frosis are at an end, and that the gardener
may resume his labors with confidence.
About this time, too, arrives the blue bird
so POLITICALLY yet truly described by Wilson,
His appearance gladdens the whole landscape.
You hear his soft MARBLE in every field. lie
socially approaches your habitation, and takes
up his residence in your vicinity.
The happicst bird of our spring, however,
and one that rivals the European lark in my es-
timaiion, is the Bobolincon, or Bobolink, as he
is commonly called. He arrives at that choice
portion of our year, which, in this latitude, an
swers to the description of the month of May,
so onen given by the poets. With US, il be-
gins about the middle Of May, and lasts until
nearly the middle Of June. Earlier than this
winter is apt to return on IFS traces, and TO
blight the opening beauties Of the year and
later than this, begin the parching, and painting,
and dissolving heats of summer. But in this
al sa Ia all I,r
and fragrance ''the rains are over and gone,
the flowers appear upon the earth, the time Of
the singing Of birds is come, and the voice of
the turtle is heard in the land" The trees
are now in their fullest foliage and brightest
verdure the woods are gay with the clustered
flowers of the laurel the air is perfnmed by
the sweet-brier and the wild-rose the meadows
are onamelled with cover-bossoms while the
Young apple, the peach and the Plum begin to
swell, and the cherry TO glow, among the green
leaves.
| This is the chosen season Of rGvelry Of the
Boholink lie comes amidst the pomp and
fragrance Of the season !; his life seems all SEN
sbility and enjoyment, all song and sunshine.
/ He is to be found in the soft bosoms of the
freshest and sweetest meadows; and is most in
song when the clover is in blossom lie perches
on the topmosi twig Of tree, or on some long
Haunting weed, and as he rises and sinks with
the breeze, pours forth succession Of rich
tinkling notes; crowding one upon another,
like the ouipourng melody of the skylark, and
possessing the same rapturous character
Sometimes he pitches from the summit Of a
uee' oes'ns ms song as soon as 'e gets upon
Inc wing, and huuers TREMENDOUSLY down TO the
earth, as if overcome with ecstacy at his own
music Some,imes he is in pursn;, nj HE na,-
amour always in full song, as if he would
win her by his melody and always with the
same appearance of intoxicaiion and delight.
or all birds Of our groves and meadows, the
Bobolink was the envy of my boyhood. lie
crossed my path IN the sweetest weather, and
the sweetest season OF the year, when all ma
ture called 10 the fields, and the rural feeling
throbbed in every BOSOM but when l, luckless |
urchin ! was doomed 10 be mewed up, during
the livc-long day, in that purgaiory Of boyhood,
school-room. 1t seemed as if the little var
let Knocked at me, as he flew by in full song, /,
and sought TO iaunt me with his happier lot
Oh, how | enved him No lessons, no task, |
no hateful school nothing hut holiday, frolic, |
green fields, and fine weather. Had | been /
then more yerscd in poetry, might have ad- /
dressed him in the words Of Logan to the .
cuckoo
sweo, b;ril INV ho,ro- ;s .,o- ...o.
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy note
No winter IN thy year.
OH could I av. ia av with thee.
We'd make, on joyful wing,
Our annual visit round the globe,
O'HpAr'O"s Vi tue spring.
Further observation and experience have Civ
en- me different idea Of this little feaihered
voluptuary, which will venture to impart, for
the benefit of my school-boy readers, who may
regard him with the same unqualified envy and
which once INDUCED have
shown him only as | saw him at first, in what
| may call the poeiical part of his career, when
he in manner devoted himself to elegant pur-
suits and enjoyments, and was bird Of music,
and song and taste and sensibilitv and refine