Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1855-04-13

summer But in this genial interva
nature is in all her freshness and fra
GRUNGE. The rains are over ant
gone, the flowers appear upon th'
earth, the time Of singing of birds i
come, and the voice OF the turtle i
heard in the land" The trees ar,
now in their fullest foliage and brigh
test verdure the woods are ga,
with the clustered flowers Of the lau
rel the air is perluncd by the swee
briar and the wild rose the mead
ows are enameled with clover bios.
SONS; while the young apple, tn,
peach, and The plum begin TO swell
and the cherry to glow among th'
green leaves.
This is the chosen season OF revel
ry Of the Boblink. He comes a
midst the pomp and fragrance OF tn,
season his life seems all sensibility
and enjoyment, all song and sun
shine. He is TO be found in the soft
bosoms OF the frreshes, and sweetest
meadows, and is most IN song VIII en-
| the clover is IN blossom. He perch
es OH the lopmost twig of tree, or
90 some long Haunting weed, and as
he rises and sinks with the breeze
pours forth a succession of rich
twlnkling notes, crowdlng one upon
another like the ouipouring melody
of the skylark, and possessing the
same rapturous character. Some
times he pitches from the summit Of
a Tree, begins his song as soon as he
gets upon the wing, and hutiers ,rem-
ulousy down TO the earth, as if over
come with ecstacy at his own music.
Sometimes he is ia pursuit Of his
paramour, always in full song, as il
he would win her by his melody, and
always with The same appearance OF
intosication and delight.
or all the birds of our groves and
meadows, the Bobllnk was the envy
of my boyhood. He crossed my
path in the sweetest weather, and
sweetest season of the year, when
all nature called to the fields, and
the rural feelings throbbed in every
bosom but when |, luckloss urchin
was doomed to be mewed up during
the hve-long day in that purgatory OF
boyhood. u school-room, II seemed as
il the varlet Knocked at me, as he
flew by IN full song, and sought TO
taunt me with his happy lot. Oh,
how | envisd him No lessons, no
task, no hateful school, nothing bu,
holiday, frolic, green heIds, and fine
weather. Had then been more
yerscd in poetry, might have ad-
dressed him in the words OF Logan
TO the cuckoo
Sweet birt, thy bower IL ever green,
Thy sky ia ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow 10 thy noto
No winter IN thy year.
Oh could ay, I'd ~ with thee
we'dmako, on jsyfa wing,
Our annual visits iosud the globe,
Companions of the spuag
Further observation and expert
ence have given me a different idea
OF this liulc feaihered voluptuary,
which viii venture to Impair, for
the benefit Of my school-boy read
ers who may regard bun with the
same unqualified envy and admira-
ton which once INDUCED. | have
shown him only as saw him first,
in what may call the poetlcal part
of his career, when he IN a manner
devoted himself TO elegant pursuits
and enjoyments, and was bird OF
music, and song, and taste, aud SEN
slbIliiy, and refinement. While this
lasted, he was sacred from injury +;
the very school-boy would not fling
a stone al him, and the merest rustic
would pause 10 listen to his strain.
But mark the difference. As the
year advances, as the clover bios
SONS disappear, aud the spring fades
into summer, he gradually gives up
his elegant tastes and habits; dotis
his poeiical suit of black, assumes a
russell dusty garb, and sinks TO the
gross enjoyments of common vulgar
birds. His notes no longer vibrate
OH the ear he is stuiiing himself
with the seeds of the tall weeds on
which he lately swung and chanted
so melodiously. He has become a
4" bon vipant," "gourmand y with
him now there is nothing like the
"ioys of the table" In a little
while he grows tired of plain, home
" fare, aud is off on a astronomical
tour in quest of foreign Injuries
We next hear of him with myriads
of his kind, banqueting among the
reeds of the Delaware, and grown
corpulent with good feeding. He
has changed his name in travelling.
Boblincoln no more-he is the Reed
bird now, the much sought for tit
bit of Pennsylvania eplcures the ri
val in unlucky fame of the ortolan !
Wherever he goes, popl pop! pop
every rusty fire-loclI in the country is
blazing away. He sees his compan-
ions falling by thousands around
him.
Does he take warning and reform
Alas, not he Incorrigible epicure |!
Again he wings his fight. The rice
swamps Of the South invite him.
He gorges himself among them; al
most bursting, he can scarcely fly
for corpulency. He has once more
changed his name, and is now the
famous Rice-Jird of the Carolinas.
Last stage Of his career ; behold
him shifted with dozens of his com