The Newtown bee., 1896-08-28

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 ruulu4 ubou .n D.,rg loaty tIrc.
 Inur. a.a,v ta.,.- al, bread and tall.
 il>ru4r,..u and u.aauu p.uucr baIJ
 oh. yno, wowt | ..t,, ukr a nudto4o
 nisIl ou turo' t!" urclD of a sunset bow,
 Amt -oc how gh.. vutcrdro- alc k.--od
 1..tu ai,.u au.. ,...o>y .,nd au.ouy-t'
 How nDu,-ad .a,..i'" ot:.I Idr! mus, be,
 Wuao,vrn u-t..h ...rr to r.,..'
 These Ions st~~,. slg appeal to us, luce we all, et times. long tu esrap" the con- vcntiou,drjos aaa irl re rr-lra,nts of society. lmo~ ot omg one bird. how ever, of which .n,-r words ar" true and that is .nc LOW hs I. trr .ramo of Amer icau bird life. WhpoNrr the Eurog. an cuckoo rHy d. m the way of imposing on othrr birds clr c>.ro of iJ4 young, and furnishing Shakespeare, in the tcrm curbold, wrth e name fur man upon whom home tio= ra-l very lightly indeed, our cut Aoos arc, for lbe most part, loyal to thcir-,npste. The cow bird tries to anirk all family cares, lt deposits its oggs in the ne5ts of smaller birds, and there it throws oil all responsibility, It can then ride about the pasture on the back of a COW, getting of occasionally to pick up startled grasshoppcr, or it can fly about at the dictates of vagrant fancy. When one of us lIuda a stray uhcrub in a basket on his door step, he can pack it on to the founding asylum, or send for the selectmcn. But the birds have no such resources. The little stranger in the nest is reared and soon develops an appetite that must surprise his foster parents, He is the tittest-and he survives, whatever may happen to the rest, If rhc COW bird chance to pass that way he may see four or five long necks stretching up out of the nest, each with an open mouth at the end of it. He may chink that wearing oneself out trying to feed such hungry brood is doubtless fun for those who like it, but he himself prefers to be excused.
  THE POETS HAVE MUCH TO SAY ABOUT
 BIRDS,
 But they generally make them the vehi- cIe for the expressions of their own feelings. Shelley's "To a skylark" DOT trays the aspirations of struggling soul, and Bryaut's "To water fowl" is a hymn of trust. Howell's "The Poets Friends" conveys a different impression; {; "The robin sings in the elm,
 The cattle stand beneath,
 sedate and grave with great brown eyes
 And fragrant meadow-breath
 They listen to the fattered bird,
 The wise,Iooking stupid things;
 And they never understand word
 Of all the robin sings"
 If for robin we read Browning, and for cattle Browning clubs, we have the whole story. It seems very difficult for poets to avoid giving their own expert ences when writing of birds. Take E. R. Sin's "The Thrush" In that he writes Small room for care in that soft breast,
 All weather that comes to him Is the best,
 While he secs his mate close on her nest,
 And the woods all full of spring.
 'He has left his last years love, know,
 He, too, but 'tia little he keeps of woe,
 For a bird torgets in Q year, and so
 No wonder the thrush can sing"
 Does not this remind us of an experi- enee with a summer girl2 Says Maurice Thompson in his bird notes "A pair of brown thrushes are beginning an early nest on big log among some brambles The male sings deliriously while his wife works. She seems to draw inspiration from his voice; for the louder he yodels the more frequent her additions to the stiek.pile." How suggestive this is Think what sermons could Do written if we only had some one to sing to us in an Inspiring way. Then, If one had do- nestle who was Inclined to be someBha I