OUR NATIVE SONGSTERS. CHAPTER I. THRUSHES-BLACKBIRDS-FIELDFARE-REDWING-GOLDEN ORIOLE ALL nature is full of music. Gentle winds whisper it as they rustle through the summer leaves; and the autumnal gale wakens louder and wilder melodies as it bows down the branches of the forest trees. The trickling waterfall and the pattering rain-drops are musical; and rippling streams and dashing waves send forth sweet or grand harmonies. All inanimate nature seems pouring forth its anthem from earth to heaven. But if this is the case with flowing waters and careering winds, how is it more especially so with utterances which convey the inward feeling. How musical are the tones of the human voice, not alone when expressed in song, but when used to B |