'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? she sees Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, She looks, and her heart is in heaven; but they fade, But although poor Susan has to go on her dreary way with an aching heart, yet has the revival of these memories of home and childhood, called up by the sweet song of the bird, doubtless in some measure cheered and gladdened her weary spirit. And yet again we are reminded by the above lines that their author has addressed to this 'Herald of Morning,' as Shakspeare calls the bird, a lyric, so full of praise and devotion, that it may be termed a Hymn : Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound; To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler: that love-prompted strain, Leave to the Nightingale the shady wood; Whence thou dost pour upon the earth a flood The Ettrick Shepherd has bequeathed to posterity a glorious ode to the Skylark, which must be well known to most of our readers: not so familiar, perhaps, is his interpretation of the song of this bird which commences thus: Oh my love is bonny and mild to see, To sing to the world at morn and even, The sweet love songs of the bowers of heaven. Passing over many glorious poetical tributes to the Lark, and a host of sweet singers, who have been often quoted, we conclude with a spirited lyric, less known, by our friend W. C. Bennett: Quiverer up the golden air— Nested in a golden earth Mate of hours when Thrushes pair- Gladness wert thou made to fling Shade by shade hath gloom decreast,- Up-thy utterance, silence, robs Up-no white star hath the west- Steep on steep of airy blue Fling me up, and soar and sing! Spurner of the Earth's annoy, Might I thus in heaven be lost! - Oh, might I be tempest-tost! Oh, that the melodious rain Of thy rapture I might fling Down, till Earth should swoon from pain- Yet, high wisdom by thee taught, Still my love to Earth should fling CHAPTER XIII. LARKS AND PIPETS. THE WOOD, SHORE, AND SHORT-TOED LARKS; THE MEADOW, TREE, ROCK, AND RICHARD'S PIPETS. HE WOODLARK This bird T closely resembles the Skylark in the colour and mark ings of the plumage, that it would be difficult to distinguish it from that bird, were it not that it is considerably smaller, has a more slender bill, and a hind claw less elongated; the tail, too, is shorter, and there is a conspicuous light brown. streak over each eye, as well as an absence of the crest, which, when erected, gives to the other species such a smart and lively appearance. It is chiefly in the western and midland districts of England that the Woodlark is met with; in the northern parts it is of very rare occurrence, and does not seem to have been obtained in Scotland. It resides permanently with us, and seldom comes near the habitations of man, preferring wild and lonely places; the best opportunity of observing its habits is in winter, when small flocks come out into the open fields to search for insects, larvæ, and snails of various kinds; when snow is on the ground, it may be seen in marshy places watching for worins, and when the frost is severe it resorts to the stackyards with Sparrows, Buntings, and other small birds, to feed upon the grain; but from choice the bird is decidedly insectivorous, more so perhaps than the Skylark. Mudie says, that The name is not very appropriate, for the bird is one of the waste rather than of the woodland; and though it perches, which the Skylark does not, it has many of the habits of that bird. It feeds on the ground, and nestles there, though under cover; and though it occasionally sings from the top of a tree or bush, its general practice is to sing in the air, swelling its notes as it ascends, and sinking them as it descends, in the same manner as the other. Its notes have also some resemblance to those of the Skylark, but they are not so 182 MODES OF FLIGHT AND SONG. numerous, and they are soft and rather plaintive, while those of the Skylark are the merriest of all the feathered race. When the Woodlark is near trees, it varies its pitch and cadence probably more than the Skylark. It comes from the ground to the tree in a sort of waving course, singing very low, and giving but a portion of its brief stave. Then it perches, and sings in an uniform key, but not full and round; after a little while, wheels upward, more wildly and rapidly than the Skylark, swelling its song as it ascends, and sometimes rises higher than the ordinary flight of the other, but not generally so high. When it takes the top of its flight, it sends down a volume of song which is inexpressibly sweet, though there is a feeling of desolation in it. The song, indeed, harmonises well with the situation; and to hear the Woodlark on a wild and lone hill-side, where there is nothing to give accompaniment, save the bleating of a flock, or the tinkle of a sheep-bell, so distant as hardly to be audible, is certainly equal to the hearing even of those more mellow songs which are poured forth in richer situations. Bechstein pronounces this of all Larks'the sweetest songster, and excepting only the Nightingale and Chaffinch, of all birds the most delightful which retain their natural song. Bolton says that some bird-fanciers prefer it even to the Nightingale, with which it sometimes contends for superiority in song, invading even those hours which are generally considered sacred to the queen of feathered vocalists :— What time the timorous hare limps forth to feed, Blyth also says that on hot summer nights, Woodlarks soar to a prodigious height, and hang singing in the air. Knapp thus praises the vocal powers of the bird, and describes its peculiar habits :— The Redbreast, Blackbird and Thrush, in mild winters, may continually be heard, and form exceptions to the general procedure of our British birds; and we have one little bird, the Woodlark, that in the early parts of the autumnal months delights us with its harmony, and its carols may be heard in the air commonly during the calm sunny mornings of this season. They have a softness and quietness perfectly in unison with the sober, almost melancholy, stillness of the hour. The Skylark also sings now, and its song is very sweet, full of harmony, cheerful as the blue sky, and gladdening beam in which it circles and sports, and known and admired by all; but the voice of |