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with sparkling eye, into their inmost recesses, whilst the ethereal motions of its pinions, so rapid and so light, appear to fan and cool the flower, without injuring its fragile texture, and produce a delightful murmuring sound, well adapted for lulling the insects to repose.
Then is the moment for the Humming Bird to secure them. Its long delicate bill enters the cup of the flower, and the protruded
double-tubed tongue, delicately sensible, and imbued with a 4 glutinous saliva, touches each insect in succession, and
draws it from its lurking place, to be instantly swallowed. All this is done in a moment, and the bird, as it leaves the flower, sips so small a portion of its liquid honey, that the theft, we may suppose, is looked upon with a grateful feeling by the flower, which is thus kindly relieved from the attacks of her destroyers.
The prairies, the fields, the 'orchards, and gardens, nay, the deepest shades of the forest, are all visited in their
turn, and every where the little bird meets with pleasure 5 and with food. Its gorgeous throat, in beauty and bril
liancy, baffles all competition. Now it glows with a fiery hue, and again it is changed to the deepest velvety black. The upper parts of its delicate body are of resplendent changing green; and it throws itself through the air with a swiftness and vivacity hardly conceivable. It moves from one flower to another like a gleam of light, upwards, downwards, to the right and to the left. In this manner it searches the extreme portions of our country, following with
great precaution the advances of the season, and retreats 6 with equal care at the approach of autumn.
I wish it were in my power at this moment to impart the pleasures which I have felt whilst watching the movements, and viewing the manifestation of feelings displayed by a single pair of these most favorite little creatures, when engaged in the demonstration of their love to each other : how the male swells his plumage and throat, and, dancing on the wing, whirls around the delicate female; how quickly he dives towards a flower, and returns with a loaded bill, which he offers to her to whom alone he feels 7 desirous of being united; how full of ecstasy he seems to
be when his caresses are kindly received; how his little wings fan her, as they fan the flowers, and he transfers to her bill the insect and the honey, which he has procured with a view to please her; how these attentions are received with apparent satisfaction ; how, soon after, the blissful compact is sealed; how, then, the courage and care of the male are redoubled; how he even dares to
give chase to the tyrant flycatcher, hurries the blue-bird 8 and the martin to their boxes; and how, on sounding pin
ions, he joyously returns to the side of his lovely mate. Reader, all these proofs of the sincerity, fidelity, and courage with which the male assures his mate of the care he will take of her while sitting on her nest, may be seen, and have been seen, but cannot be portrayed or described.
Could you cast a momentary glance on the nest of the Humming Bird, and see, as I have seen, the newly hatched pair of young, little larger than humble-bees, naked, blind,
and so feeble as scarcely to be able to raise their little bill 9 to receive food from the parents; and could you see those parents, full of anxiety and fear, passing and repassing within a few inches of your face, alighting on a twig not more than a yard from your body, waiting the result of your unwelcome visit in a state of the utmost despair,you could not fail to be impressed with the deepest pangs which parental affection feels on the unexpected death of a cherished child. Then how pleasing is it
, on your leaving the spot, to see the returning hope of the parents, when, after examining the nest, they find their nurslings untouched! You might then judge how pleasing it is to a mother of another kind, to hear the physician, who has attended her sick child assure her that the crisis is over, and that her babe is saved.
The aged man
He was so old, he seeins not older now.
He travels on a solitary man :
The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw
age has no companion. On the ground His eyes are turned, and as he moves along They move along the ground : and evermore,
Instead of common and habitual sight
And the blue sky, one little span of earth
At distance still the same. Poor traveller!
Disturb the summer dust; he is so still
Then let him pass, a blessing on his head!
And—while in that vast solitude to which
To breathe and live, but for himself alone-
The freshness of the valleys; let his blood 6 Struggle with frosty air and winter snows;
And let the chartered wind that sweeps the heath
Let him be free of mountain solitudes,
The pleasant melody of woodland birds.
Beneath the trees, or by the grassy bank 8 Of highway side, and with the little birds
Share his chance-gathered meal; and, finally,
LESSON XLI. The Moneyed Man.—New Monthly MAGAZINE. 1 OLD Jacob Stock! The chimes of the clock- were not
more punctual in proclaiming the progress of time, than in marking the regularity of his visits at the temples of Plutus in Threadneedle-street, and Bartholomew-lane. His devotion to them was exemplary. In vain the wind and the rain, the hail and the sleet, battled against his rugged front. Not the slippery ice, nor the thick-falling snow, nor the whole artillery of elemental warfare, could check the plodding perseverance of the man of the world, or temp
him to lose the chance which the morning, however unpro2 pitious it seemed, in its external aspect, might yield him
of profiting by the turn of a fraction.
He was a stout-built, round-shouldered, squab-looking man, of a bearish aspect. His features were hard, and his heart was harder. You could read the interest-table in the wrinkles of his brow; trace the rise and fall of stocks by the look of his countenance ; while avarice, selfishness, and money-getting, glared from his gray, glassy eye. Nature had poured no balm into his breast : nor
gross and earthly mould” susceptible of pity. A single 3 look of his, would daunt the most importunate petitioner
that ever attempted to extract hard coin by the soft rhetorick of a heart-moving tale.
The wife of one whom he had known in better days, pleaded before him for her sick husband, and famishing infants. Jacob, on occasions like these, was a man of few words. He was as chary of them as of his money, and he let her come to the end of her tale without interruption. She paused for a reply; but he gave none. Indeed, he
is very ill, sir.”—“Can't help it.”—“ We are very dis4 tressed." -“ Can't help it.” —“Our poor children, too
-“ Can't help that neither."
The petitioner's eye looked a mournful reproach, which would have interpreted itself to any other heart but his, “Indeed, you can;" but she was silent. Jacob felt more awkwardly than he had ever done in his life. His hand involuntary scrambled about his breeches' pocket. There was something like the weakness of human nature stirring within him. Some coin had unconsciously worked its way
into his hand-his fingers insensibly closed; but, the effort 5 to draw them forth, and the impossibility of effecting it
without unclosing them, roused the dormant selfishness of his nature, and restored his self-possession.
“ He has been very extravagant.”- Ah, sir, he has been very unfortunate, not extravagant.”—“Unfortunate! Ah! it's the same thing. Little odds, I fancy. For my part, I wonder how folks can be unfortunate. I was never unfortunate. Nobody need be unfortunate, if they look after the main chance. I always looked after the main
chance." "He has had a large family to maintain." 6." Ah! married foolishly; no offence to you, ma'am.
But when folks
marry poor folks, what are they to look for ? you know. Besides, he was so foolishly fond of assisting others. If a friend was sick, or in gaol, out came his