Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1869-07-13
MORNING REVERE.
BY II. W. BEECHER.

| by II. W. BEECHER.
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sit here, on a fine morning, in good
old Hartford, looking through the broad
and open doors down into the thicket o.
wild shrubs, and into the great spaces
above, where the axe has opened Windows
through to the heavens. The dew lies OIL
everything. There is no wind, no breeze,
only now and then mere breath, that
goes searching round, fitting up leaf,
shivering the aspen, or moving upon some
sensitive bough, as if it had tickled it.
1t deep June morning. The air is
very balm. The fresh new growth is not
luxurious, though it is luxmint. 1t
stops short Of that heavy ripeness which a
month more will bring. 1t is tender, fine,
and in an ecstasy of green. This sweet
breath that moves about, what is it? a
spirit that plays with mortal things? Is
it seine poet, Shelley or Keats, that re-
visits the earth and seeks "to communicate
with us ~ Surely it is more graceful
way than to attack tables. Now the
leaves see the spirit coming; they wink
ana blink, and all their diamond edges
flash pleasure!
10 hear the real wild birds sing, one
must live on the edge Of the woods. Only
here do birds seem to lay aside all reserve,
and disclose the most gentle graces of their
lives. To sit on some fallen trunk, with
outlooks into the green aisles of the for
est, and to sit so long and SO still that ali
the tiny people, Of the nroye FORGET that
,oicing--this will; at length, give you
aste of the very sweetness Of nature.
Bat how much better if your cottage il
shadowed by the forest, and you dwell III
the woods, with the CELEBRITIES Of the city,
Or Of the forest rather, conferred upon
you!
There goes the Peeacee, whose name is
borrowed from his song, and which sounds
10 more like it, unless you sing it, than
in unplayed score Of musical notes looks
Is it sounds. Yet this single warbler is
jnc of the sweetest in our woods. The
Peewee is an all-lay and an all-summer
singer, and has, besides, the habit of sing
ng in the uight-as if it slept but slight
ly, and its daily care broke through into
expression. a.-In
1t is humble, but perhaps the most
agreeable member of the large family OF
fy-catchers.
The Wood Thrush has very home
here. 1t finds the tall trees hanging over
brook, which it is said to love. But |
have never perceived that it had any es,
snscial fyndness either for w,t,r or fol
exclusive retirement. 1t crecps up to the
edge Of villages, it mounts the tops
Of trees in the very coor-yards. 1t is
true that it loves deep woods, but so does
it love the edges Of the wood, and clumI
of trees along the roadside. 1t is not q
town and city bird, as its cousin the Robl
| is, but | have known an instance III who,
it reared its brood in the midst of vi.
age, nesting i'll a mlplc-tree, whose
branches covered the dwelling. There, ii
pain sight of the window, and watched
every day, it brought out brood Neve
since | a, it ventured fro.ii the woods OF
the other side of the road. But here
h $ mo. ming, / am waiting for my coife
the good folks not yet up-and tn
birds and having time all by ourselves)
the woods are full of the Wood Thrush
! song.
Aud in this way should it be listene
to. There is something unworldly al
solitary about it. do riot thlrl; that, q
/. a pure musical effort it will compare wit
several other birds songs. But it work
more upon the imagination than perta.
: any of our familiar birds notes. /
: phrases are not continuous. Indeed, II
I / =
not song. 1t is a series OF warbles,wl
Y considerable pauscs betwecni Besides IL
loud and resonant part, there is an und
!, part which you do not get unless qnl
h near. The quality Of the note, the swe
b. modulation of each warble, and this ii
IS trill un lerneath the loudness, meant on
10 for the initiated and favorite ioS, CIV
as to the little Wood Thrush a peculiar
traction. ,,...s.r.a,.ie ela.a
y, But, bark! While ! am writing,
o. Robin, real red-breasted, bold Hob
lie has invaded the precincts OF the fore
and Is giving forth His best song | KIN