Poetry.
A SONG OF KILLARNEY. BY the Lakes of Killarney, one morning in May, On my pipe of green holly I warbled away, While a blackbird, high up on the arbutus-tree, Gave back my gay......
Flycatchers And Blue-tits.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."] Sin,—Last year, a pair of pied flycatchers haunted a hole in an apple-tree in my orchard for some time, but did not build in it. This year,......
The Recent Debate On Vivisection.
[To THE EDITOR OY THE "SPECTATOR."] Sin,—In your remarks on the above subject, you assume that the aim of the speakers on the humanitarian side was primarily to attack Mr.......
Squirrels Preying On Birds.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR." . ] Sin,—Is it not an unusual thing for squirrels to kill birds ? A few weeks ago, I was watching a squirrel playing about in a Worcestershire......
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