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SWEET
INGERS.
E purpose to group together in
this article several birds whose
only claim of kinship lies in
their song. We have already
observed the general rule, that
those birds which wear the
gayest plumage do not usually excel in singing, while
those which make the woods and meadows
ring with their delicious music, are clad in
gray, quiet robes. For all that, we like the
homely singers best. There is something inspiriting in the rich, rollicking trill of a bird.
It makes us feel that spring has come; that
nature has awaked from sleep; that all the