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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
the former ; whilst of the latter we have the Browntailed , and the Silver Y . Now for a few birds , before all that travel have migrated from our shores . There is that terrible fellow in an orchard , the Cross-bill , which rascal destroys more than he eats ,
for , after severing a luscious apple with a single bite , he merely picks out the pips . The Knot , or Red Sand-piper , reappears this month to stay with us till April , whilst the Cuckoo takes his leave ; poor fellow ! he has been hesitating about it for
some time , but he gets alarmed for his fine voice , which has been gradually breaking like that of a hobble-de-hoy chorister , and either to save it , or the ridicule consequent upon his squeaking , he goes . Whilst , again , on the one hand , the Goldfinch ' s in
young brood now first puts an appearance iu public life , and the Swallow begins to sing , the Swift takes his far-off flight , and the Sand Martin disappears , only however , as some say , to lie up in ordinary till the Spring . The Grey Plover , or Sandpiper , now comes , and Linnets and Lapwings congregatewhilst all the birds resume their notes
, of Spring wherewith to bid farewell to the departing Summer . In the field the Bull now utters his shrill autumnal cry , whilst in every window pane , the flies , those torments of our Summer days and nights , gather in thick clusters , where , were it not
for their undoubted use in the wise economy of nature , we would fain wish them stick for ever and a day . We have said but little this month of the more majestic of Nature ' s handiworks —the Forest trees—but one change cannot
escape our notice , for it forces on us a lesson that will not pass unlearned , we refer to the early change of colour in the Beech ' s leaf . Soon will they withered fall , and falling , as speedily decay—so we too must be prepared , our allotted task fulfilled ,
to droop and fade ; but 'tis only for a while , for , winter past , with spring's warm glances once more fired , the trees will bud again , and so shall we , in another , and let us trust , a happ ier sphere—only let us look to itthat like those dead and dying leaves
, , which dropping , nurture the parent stem , our work of earth , left here behind , may go to form in others a newer and a better growth .
Solomon.
SOLOMON .
BY VICTOR HUGO . From the " Keystone . " I AM the King whose mystic power commanded ; I built the Temple , ruined towns
supreme ; Hiram , my architect , and Charos , my righthanded , Still here beside me dream ! One as a trowel , one as a sword , was given ; I let them plan , and what they did was well
; My breath mounts higher , nearer unto Heaven Than Libyan whirlwinds swell . God sometimes feels it . Child of guilty kisses , Vastgloomy is nvy wisdom ; demons
, shun To take between hig h Heaven and thenabysses , A judge but Solomon . I make men tremble and believe my story , Conquering , they hail and follow to my
feast ; As King , I bear down mortals with the glory , And with the gloom as priest . Mine was of festals and of cups the vision , The finger writing Mene Tekel then .
And war , and chariots , clarions , and collision Of horses and of men . Grand as some sullen idol ' s form discloses . Mysterious as a garden's closed retreat , Yet though I be more mighty than the
roses , In moons of May are sweet . Take from me sceptre with the bright gold laden , My throne , the archer on my tower above . But men shall never take , oh ! sweet young maiden , From out my heart its love ! Men shall not take the love , oh , virg in
surest , That as in fountains beams to mirror thee , More than fro m out the darkness of tw forest The song-bird ' s minstrelsy .
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
the former ; whilst of the latter we have the Browntailed , and the Silver Y . Now for a few birds , before all that travel have migrated from our shores . There is that terrible fellow in an orchard , the Cross-bill , which rascal destroys more than he eats ,
for , after severing a luscious apple with a single bite , he merely picks out the pips . The Knot , or Red Sand-piper , reappears this month to stay with us till April , whilst the Cuckoo takes his leave ; poor fellow ! he has been hesitating about it for
some time , but he gets alarmed for his fine voice , which has been gradually breaking like that of a hobble-de-hoy chorister , and either to save it , or the ridicule consequent upon his squeaking , he goes . Whilst , again , on the one hand , the Goldfinch ' s in
young brood now first puts an appearance iu public life , and the Swallow begins to sing , the Swift takes his far-off flight , and the Sand Martin disappears , only however , as some say , to lie up in ordinary till the Spring . The Grey Plover , or Sandpiper , now comes , and Linnets and Lapwings congregatewhilst all the birds resume their notes
, of Spring wherewith to bid farewell to the departing Summer . In the field the Bull now utters his shrill autumnal cry , whilst in every window pane , the flies , those torments of our Summer days and nights , gather in thick clusters , where , were it not
for their undoubted use in the wise economy of nature , we would fain wish them stick for ever and a day . We have said but little this month of the more majestic of Nature ' s handiworks —the Forest trees—but one change cannot
escape our notice , for it forces on us a lesson that will not pass unlearned , we refer to the early change of colour in the Beech ' s leaf . Soon will they withered fall , and falling , as speedily decay—so we too must be prepared , our allotted task fulfilled ,
to droop and fade ; but 'tis only for a while , for , winter past , with spring's warm glances once more fired , the trees will bud again , and so shall we , in another , and let us trust , a happ ier sphere—only let us look to itthat like those dead and dying leaves
, , which dropping , nurture the parent stem , our work of earth , left here behind , may go to form in others a newer and a better growth .
Solomon.
SOLOMON .
BY VICTOR HUGO . From the " Keystone . " I AM the King whose mystic power commanded ; I built the Temple , ruined towns
supreme ; Hiram , my architect , and Charos , my righthanded , Still here beside me dream ! One as a trowel , one as a sword , was given ; I let them plan , and what they did was well
; My breath mounts higher , nearer unto Heaven Than Libyan whirlwinds swell . God sometimes feels it . Child of guilty kisses , Vastgloomy is nvy wisdom ; demons
, shun To take between hig h Heaven and thenabysses , A judge but Solomon . I make men tremble and believe my story , Conquering , they hail and follow to my
feast ; As King , I bear down mortals with the glory , And with the gloom as priest . Mine was of festals and of cups the vision , The finger writing Mene Tekel then .
And war , and chariots , clarions , and collision Of horses and of men . Grand as some sullen idol ' s form discloses . Mysterious as a garden's closed retreat , Yet though I be more mighty than the
roses , In moons of May are sweet . Take from me sceptre with the bright gold laden , My throne , the archer on my tower above . But men shall never take , oh ! sweet young maiden , From out my heart its love ! Men shall not take the love , oh , virg in
surest , That as in fountains beams to mirror thee , More than fro m out the darkness of tw forest The song-bird ' s minstrelsy .