Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1877-07-11
THE BoBOLINK.

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The favorito musical chatterbox OF
the sunny meadow has been back, ac-
cording to his annual cngagomcnt,sinco
the middle oftho month; but he always
comes on a little in advance Of his
soberer wife, and tho weather has
forced him to keep his notes we'll in
hand, or rather in his throat, it has
been his brief fortnight of preparation
for tho scenic festivities which he is
engaged to usher In. Now that the
curtain is rung ups ho will be found in
position. Ho is tho motley maestro,
first and second violin, soloist, orchcs.
ira and all. Tho sparrows pipe gayly
and the robins carol with overjoy in
these bright mornings on the summers
threshold the orioles go through their
loud recitative with all their old self
assurance the fy-catchers fling thoir
slender lines Of m,n,ic, like airy spidor
webs, around in tho morning atmos-
phere the blue bird comes in with his
half CHEEKY, half sad refrain; and the
whole feathered chorus breaks out in
force at day-dawn, TO take breath for
breakfast and begin again as they
please after tho sun Eliminates the
world but the bobolink leads them all
now in the gardens and meadows, q
rollicking, voluptuous, almost reckless
songster, tipsy with his own melodies
and dclirious with the delights OF tho
freshly scented air. The first third of
the day is his, and he works his music.
oil assistants with the skill and abandon
Of q professional chorister. st
His notes are as liquid as the sound
of shivering glass, or the dripping Of
watcr-drops into inaginarywells. They
are made of the air, the water, the sun
shine, and tho fragrance OF the seasons
blossoms, They act on the imagina.
tion like beady champagne, and trickle
their way down to the heart as Cham
bertin cxcites the palate, drop by drop
There is bouquet as well as sound to
them. No feathered fellow is as jovial
as he. He futters across the grassy
fields as if he would sprinkle the air
with melody and SOW its seed among
the buttercups. He knows his lady is
keeping house socurelyunder the leaves,
and where is the harm if he comes out
in his new spring suit, all epaulets and
stars and garters, and shows tho sing
ing fraternity what's the soul of music
that dwells in little birds ruflled
breast. Doubtless the patient little
Quaker lady on the nest distinguishes
tho voluble voice of her seli-satisfed
lord as be swims of in the lake Of his
own song, and kindles with delight to
think how much gayer a world it is
for his being in it. Or sho may have
welded him, like 50 many maidens, for
his killing gift of song, and now stays
content at home that he may 90 forth
and shine all tho moro alone. He is
well worth the trouble Of a forenoon
call at the meadows. Talk 10 him as
of Essipof, or oven Wagner, and he
will trill you bar that will not only
combine their names but throw in
specimens of the music Of the past and
the future together He will confuse
tor you sky, earth and water, and you
ahall not know in which you arc. In
his musical madness there is q method
that no Instrumentation has caught
School does not keep for him, but he
is abroad with Puck and the rest sere-
nading butterflies in broad day, bal
ancing on the thistlc-tops Just ready to
burst into purple, and chattering his
notes without rhyme or reason, but all
the more delightful for that. He is the
outdoor Anniversary.-Boston Post.