time or place, and so we find "their blackbird pipers in every tree." In their compliments to its voice the poets are very liberal, and a score might easily be cited who have expressed their admiration of the strength and richness of its flute-like notes. But, after all, there is no "blackbird" in the poets. There is only one songster more: for, taking the whole of their references at a glance, there is nothing. said that actually individualises the bird, except Phillips's "yellow bill" and Drayton's "golden bill." As a rule, it is merely a rural detail, like leaves on trees or grass in meadows. That the passages in which it is referred to are often very beautiful there is no question about, but this does not alter the fact that the poets do not appear to appreciate the real bird, that its name suggests no more to them than "thrush or "linnet" or any other woodland song-bird's name, and that they miss giving life to it. In poetry it is only the alter ego of the thrush-for the thrush throws a blackbird shadow-and the notes are in perpetual antiphony, whether as "blackbird and thrush," "mavis and merle," or "ousel and throstle." This blending of identities works to the detriment of the blackbird, for the thrush is accepted by the poets as the better half of the twin bird. This may be because the black bird is black-a colour the poets detest; or because the thrush is 66 russet "—a colour the poets delight in; or it may be because the thrush is more often seen than the blackbird, and therefore credited with being more often heard. Yet in nature it is a bird of very marked individuality, and, as an ornament of the country the whole year round, specially conspicuous among our feathered folk. (1) The blackbird and the speckled thrush -Scott: Lady of the Lake. (2) (3) (4) (5) The boxbit ouzel and the dappled thrush, Like hungry rivals meet at their beloved bush. -Hurdis: Hieroglyph. The merle, in his noontide bow'r, Makes woodland echoes ring.-Burns: Queen of Scots. But ere another hour was past, The thunder-scowl was round; . The chilling rain poured cold and fast, And the old tree creaked in the sudden blast, But there was the blackbird still in the tree, It carolled away in its earnest glee, As though it were sure that glory must be In the shadow as well as the sun. - Cook: Bird in the Storm. The blackbird, oracle of spring.—Montgomery: On Burns. (6) (7) The blackbird that whistles through flower-crowned June. (8) My blackbird pipers in every tree.-Cook: Song of June. (9) (10) The blackbird pipers in the summer tree. -Wordsworth: Two April Mornings. But at a distance, on the leafless tree, (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) And claps his wings close to his shapened breast. Of life bereaves him in a cheerful spot, -J. Baillie: A Winter's Day. The sable bird, melodious from the bough, Short flights and sudden, with transparent wing, Hurdis: Favourite Village. The brake Loud with the blackbird's bolder note resounds.-Gilbert White. So loud the blackbird sings, That far and near the valley rings.-War.on: Summer. Whistles down the vale. How blithe the lay !-Scott. The warblings of the blackbird, clear and strong. -Cowper: Retirement. -Mackay: Mountain Top. The blackbird trolls his rich notes far away. The blackbird telling His love-tale to his mate.-Cook: Not as I used to do. The woossell neere at hand, that hath a golden bill 1 Of all birds only the blackbird whistleth.-Note by Drayton. (20) (21) The merle's dulcet pipe,-melodious bird! -Grahame: Sabbath. Well done! they're noble notes, distinct and strong; Is there another bird that sings like me? My pipe gives all the grove variety.-Montgomery: Birds. (22) And prink! prink! prink! they took to wing. -Clare: Holywell. (23) The blackbirds strove with emulation sweet, -Bloomfield: Spring. (24) "The merle's note, Mellifluous, rich, deep-toned, fills all the vale, With busy wing and eye Mirth-darting all alert, the parent pair Of eve, when, nestling o'er her brood, the dam Ne'er shall they see The timorous pinions' first essay at flight. The truant schoolboy's eager, bleeding hand, Their house, their all, tears from the bending bush ; A shower of blossoms mourns the ruthless deed. The piercing anguish'd note, the brushing wing ... The ruin'd, hopeless pair O'er many a field follow his townward steps, Find nought of all they loved, but one small tuft Meantime, the younger victims, one by one, (25) (26) Perhaps one, hardier than the rest, survives, And understood as much of things As the ablest blackbird what he sings.-Butler: Plagiaries. That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle.-Butler: Hudibras. (27) The timid blackbird-she, that seen, Will bear black poisonous berries to her nest, Lest man should cage the darlings of her breast. -Hood: Midsummer Fairies. (1) BLACKCAP. The blackcaps in an orchard met, -Jean Ingelow: Scholar and Carpenter. BLACKCOCK. It is worth noting how punctually the poets have utilised every one of our game-birds. These, I take it, are (omitting water-fowl) the partridge, pheasant, grouse, blackcock, ptarmigan, quail, snipe, and woodcock; and the completeness of the list inclines me to think that the poets, had they known the other classes of birds as well as they do the birds of sports, might not have neglected them. Unfortunately for poetry, it is only as "game-birds" that the poets sympathise with them, while the view that they take of sport is certainly not such as to commend itself to the majority. Here and there is a touch that rings robustly, as Byron's |