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MyGardenAcquaintanceJamesRussellLowellONEofthemostdelightfulbooksinmyfather’slibrarywasWhite’s\"NaturalHistoryofSelborne。\"Formeithasrathergainedincharmwithyears。IusedtoreaditwithoutknowingthesecretofthepleasureIfoundinit,butasIgrowolderIbegintodetectsomeofthesimpleexpedientsofthisnaturalmagic。Openthebookwhereyouwill,ittakesyououtofdoors。InourbroilingJulyweatheronecanwalkoutwiththisgeniallygarrulousFellowofOrielandfindrefreshmentinsteadoffatigue。Youhavenotroubleinkeepingabreastofhimasheamblesalongonhishobby—horse,nowpointingtoaprettyview,nowstoppingtowatchthemotionsofabirdoraninsect,ortobagaspecimenfortheHonorableDainesBarringtonorMr。Pennant。InsimplicityoftasteandnaturalrefinementheremindsoneofWalton;intendernesstowardwhathewouldhavecalledthebrutecreation,ofCowper。Idonotknowwhetherhisdescriptionsofsceneryaregoodornot,buttheyhavemademefamiliarwithhisneighborhood。SinceIfirstreadhim,Ihavewalkedoversomeofhisfavoritehaunts,butIstillseethemthroughhiseyesratherthanbyanyrecollectionofactualandpersonalvision。Thebookhasalsothedelightfulnessofabsoluteleisure。Mr。Whiteseemsnevertohavehadanyharderworktodothantostudythehabitsofhisfeatheredfellow—townsfolk,ortowatchtheripeningofhispeachesonthewall。HisvolumesarethejournalofAdaminParadise,\"Annihilatingallthat’smadeToagreenthoughtinagreenshade。\"

Itispositiverestonlytolookintothatgardenofhis。Itisvastlybetterthanto\"SeegreatDiocletianwalkIntheSaloniangarden’snobleshade,\"

forthitherambassadorsintrudetobringwiththemthenoisesofRome,whileheretheworldhasnoentrance。NorumoroftherevoltoftheAmericanColoniesseemstohavereachedhim。\"Thenaturaltermofanhog’slife\"hasmoreinterestforhimthanthatofanempire。Burgoynemaysurrenderandwelcome;ofwhatconsequenceis*that*comparedwiththefactthatwecanexplaintheoddtumblingofrooksintheairbytheirturningover\"toscratchthemselveswithoneclaw\"?AllthecouriersinEuropespurringrowel—deepmakenostirinMr。White’slittleChartreuse;(1)butthearrivalofthehouse—martinadayearlierorlaterthanlastyearisapieceofnewsworthsendingexpresstoallhiscorrespondents。

(1)*LaGrandeChartreuse*wastheoriginalCarthusianmonasteryinFrance,wherethemostaustereprivacywasmaintained。

Anothersecretcharmofthisbookisitsinadvertenthumor,somuchthemoredeliciousbecauseunsuspectedbytheauthor。HowpleasantishisinnocentvanityinaddingtothelistoftheBritish,andstillmoreoftheSelbornian,*fauna!*Ibelievehewouldgladlyhaveconsentedtobeeatenbyatigeroracrocodile,ifbythatmeanstheoccasionalpresencewithintheparishlimitsofeitheroftheseanthropophagousbrutescouldhavebeenestablished。Hebragsofnofinesociety,butisplainlyalittleelatedby\"havingconsiderableacquaintancewithatamebrownowl。\"Mostofushaveknownourshareofowls,butfewcanboastofintimacywithafeatheredone。ThegreateventsofMr。White’slife,too,havethatdisproportionateimportancewhichisalwayshumorous。Tothinkofhishandshavingactuallybeenthoughworthy(asneitherWilloughby’snorRay’swere)toholdastiltedplover,the*Charadriushimaniopus,*withnobacktoe,andtherefore\"liable,inspeculation,toperpetualvacillations\"!Iwonder,bytheway,ifmetaphysicianshavenohindtoes。In1770hemakestheacquaintanceinSussexof\"anoldfamilytortoise,\"whichhadthenbeendomesticatedforthirtyyears。Itisclearthathefellinlovewithitatfirstsight。Wehavenomeansoftracingthegrowthofhispassion;butin1780wefindhimelopingwithitsobjectinapost—

chaise。\"Therattleandhurryofthejourneysoperfectlyrouseditthat,whenIturneditoutinaborder,itwalkedtwicedowntothebottomofmygarden。\"ItreadslikeaCourtJournal:\"YesterdaymorningH。R。H。thePrincessAlicetookanairingofhalfanhourontheterraceofWindsorCastle。\"ThistortoisemighthavebeenamemberoftheRoyalSociety,ifhecouldhavecondescendedtosoignobleanambition。Ithadbutjustbeendiscoveredthatasurfaceinclinedatacertainanglewiththeplaneofthehorizontookmoreofthesun’srays。Thetortoisehadalwaysknownthis(thoughheunostentatiouslymadenoparadeofit),andusedaccordinglytotilthimselfupagainstthegarden—wallintheautumn。HeseemstohavebeenmoreofaphilosopherthanevenMr。Whitehimself,caringfornothingbuttogetunderacabbage—leafwhenitrained,orthesunwastoohot,andtoburyhimselfalivebeforefrost,——afour—footedDiogenes,whocarriedhistubonhisback。

Therearemoodsinwhichthiskindofhistoryisinfinitelyrefreshing。Thesecreatureswhomweaffecttolookdownuponasthedrudgesofinstinctaremembersofacommonwealthwhoseconstitutionrestsonimmovablebases。neveranyneedofreconstructionthere!*They*neverdreamofsettlingitbyvotethateighthoursareequaltoten,orthatonecreatureisascleverasanotherandnomore。*They*donotusetheirpoorwitsinregulatingGod’sclocks,northinktheycannotgoastraysolongastheycarrytheirguide—boardaboutwiththem,——adelusionweoftenpractiseuponourselveswithourhighandmightyreason,thatadmirablefinger—postwhichpointseverywayandalwaysright。ItisgoodforusnowandthentoconversewithaworldlikeMr。

White’s,whereManistheleastimportantofanimals。Butonewho,likeme,hasalwayslivedinthecountryandalwaysonthesamespot,isdrawntohisbookbyotheroccultsympathies。DowenotsharehisindignationatthatstupidMartinwhohadgraduatedhisthermometernolowerthan4oabovezeroofFahrenheit,sothatinthecoldestweathereverknownthemercurybaselyabscondedintothebulb,andleftustoseethevictoryslipthroughourfingers,justastheywereclosinguponit?Noman,Isuspect,everlivedlonginthecountrywithoutbeingbittenbythesemeteorologicalambitions。

Helikestobehotterandcolder,tohavebeenmoredeeplysnowedup,tohavemoretreesandlargerblowdownthanhisneighbors。

WithusdescendantsofthePuritansespecially,theseweather—

competitionssupplytheabnegatedexcitementoftherace—course。

Menlearntovaluethermometersofthetrueimaginativetermperament,capableofprodigiouselationsandcorrespondingdejections。Theotherday(5thJuly)Imarked98ointheshade,myhighwatermark,higherbyonedegreethanIhadeverseenitbefore。Ihappenedtomeetaneighbor;aswemoppedourbrowsateachother,hetoldmethathehadjustcleared100o,andIwenthomeabeatenman。Ihadnotfelttheheatbefore,saveasabeautifulexaggerationofsunshine;butnowitoppressedmewiththeprosaicvulgarityofanoven。Whathadbeenpoeticintensitybecameallatoncerhetoricalhyperbole。Imightsuspecthisthermometer(asindeedIdid,forweHarvardmenareapttothinkillofanygraduationbutourown);butitwasapoorconsolation。

ThefactremainedthathisheraldMercury,standingatiptoe,couldlookdownonmine。IseemtoglimpsesomethingofthisfamiliarweaknessinMr。White。He,too,hassharedinthesemercurialtriumphsanddefeats。NordoIdoubtthathehadatruecountry—

gentleman’sinterestintheweather—cock;thathisfirstquestiononcomingdownofamorningwas,likeBarabas’s,\"Intowhatquarterpeersmyhalcyon’sbill?\"

Itisaninnocentandhealthfulemploymentofthemind,distractingonefromtoocontinualstudyofhimself,andleadinghimtodwellratherupontheindigestionsoftheelementsthanhisown。

\"Didthewindbackround,orgoaboutwiththesun?\"isarationalquestionthatbearsnotremotelyonthemakingofhayandtheprosperityofcrops。Ihavelittledoubtthattheregulatedobservationofthevaneinmanydifferentplaces,andtheinterchangeofresultsbytelegraph,wouldputtheweather,asitwere,inourpower,bybetrayingitsambushesbeforeitisreadytogivetheassault。Atfirstsight,nothingseemsmoredrollytrivialthanthelivesofthosewhosesingleachievementistorecordthewindandthetemperaturethreetimesaday。Yetsuchmenaredoubtlesssentintotheworldforthisspecialend,andperhapsthereisnokindofaccurateobservation,whateveritsobject,thathasnotitsfinaluseandvalueforsomeoneorother。Itiseventobehopedthatthespeculationsofournewspapereditorsandtheirmyriadcorrespondenceuponthesignsofthepoliticalatmospheremayalsofilltheirappointedplaceinawell—regulateduniverse,ifitbeonlythatofsupplyingsomanymorejack—o’—lanternstothefuturehistorian。Nay,theobservationsonfinanceofanM。C。whosesoleknowledgeofthesubjecthasbeenderivedfromalife—longsuccessingettingalivingoutofthepublicwithoutpayinganyequivalenttherefor,willperhapsbeofinteresthereaftertosomeexplorerofour*cloacamaxima,*wheneveritiscleansed。

FormanyyearsIhavebeeninthehabitofnotingdownsomeoftheleadingeventsofmyemboweredsolitude,suchasthecomingofcertainbirdsandthelike,——akindof*memoirespourservir,*

afterthefashionofWhite,ratherthanproperlydigestednaturalhistory。Ithoughtitnotimpossiblethatafewsimplestoriesofmywingedacquaintancesmightbefoundentertainingbypersonsofkindredtaste。

Thereisacommonnotionthatanimalsarebettermeteorologiststhanmen,andIhavelittledoubtthatinimmediateweather—wisdomtheyhavetheadvantageofoursophisticatedsenses(thoughI

suspectasailororshepherdwouldbetheirmatch),butIhaveseennothingthatleadsmetobelievetheirmindscapableoferectingthehoroscopeofawholeseason,andlettingusknowbeforehandwhetherthewinterwillbesevereorthesummerrainless。Imorethansuspectthattheclerkoftheweatherhimselfdoesnotalwaysknowverylonginadvancewhetherheistodrawanorderforhotorcold,dryormoist,andthemusquashisscarcelikelytobewiser。

Ihavenotedbuttwodays’differenceinthecomingofthesong—

sparrowbetweenaveryearlyandaverybackwardspring。ThisveryyearIsawthelinnetsatworkthatching,justbeforeasnow—

stormwhichcoveredthegroundseveralinchesdeepforanumberofdays。Theystruckworkandleftusforawhile,nodoubtinsearchoffood。Birdsfrequentlyperishfromsuddenchangesinourwhimsicalspringweatherofwhichtheyhadnoforeboding。Morethanthirtyyearsago,acherry—tree,theninfullbloom,nearmywindow,wascoveredwithhumming—birdsbenumbedbyafallofmingledrainandsnow,whichprobablykilledmanyofthem。Itshouldseemthattheircomingwasdatedbytheheightofthesun,whichbetraysthemintounthriftymatrimony;

\"SoprikethhemNatureinhircorages;\"(1)

buttheirgoingisanothermatter。Thechimneyswallowsleaveusearly,forexample,apparentlysosoonastheirlatestfledglingsarefirmenoughofwingtoattemptthelongrowing—matchthatisbeforethem。Ontheotherhandthewild—geeseprobablydonotleavetheNorthtilltheyarefrozenout,forIhaveheardtheirbuglessoundingsouthwardsolateasthemiddleofDecember。Whatmaybecalledlocalmigrationsaredoubtlessdictatedbythechancesoffood。Ihaveoncebeenvisitedbylargeflightsofcross—bills;andwheneverthesnowlieslonganddeepontheground,aflockofcedar—birdscomesinmid—wintertoeattheberriesonmyhawthorns。Ihaveneverbeenquiteabletofathomthelocal,orrathergeographicalpartialitiesofbirds。neverbeforethissummer(1870)havetheking—birds,handsomestofflycatchers,builtinmyorchard;thoughIalwaysknowwheretofindthemwithinhalfamile。Therose—breastedgrosbeakhasbeenafamiliarbirdinBrookline(threemilesaway),yetIneversawoneheretilllastJuly,whenIfoundafemalebusyamongmyraspberriesandsurprisinglybold。Ihopeshewas*prospecting*withaviewtosettlementinourgarden。Sheseemed,onthewhole,tothinkwellofmyfruit,andIwouldgladlyplantanotherbedifitwouldhelptowinoversodelightfulaneighbor。

(1)Chaucer’s*CanterburyTales,Prologue,*line11。

Thereturnoftherobiniscommonlyannouncedbythenewspapers,likethatofeminentornotoriouspeopletoawatering—

place,asthefirstauthenticnotificationofspring。Andsuchhisappearanceintheorchardandgardenundoubtedlyis。But,inspiteofhisnameofmigratorythrush,hestayswithusallwinter,andI

haveseenhimwhenthethermometermarked15degreesbelowzeroofFahrenheit,armedimpregnablywithin,(1)likeEmerson’sTitmouse,andascheerfulashe。Therobinhasabadreputationamongpeoplewhodonotvaluethemselveslessforbeingfondofcherries。Thereis,Iadmit,aspiceofvulgarityinhim,andhissongisratheroftheBloomfieldsort,toolargelyballastedwithprose。

HisethicsareofthePoorRichardschool,andthemainchancewhichcallsforthallhisenergyisaltogetherofthebelly。Heneverhasthesefineintervalsoflunacyintowhichhiscousins,thecatbirdandthemavis,areapttofall。Butfora’thatandtwiceasmuckle’sa’that,IwouldnotexchangehimforallthecherriesthatevercameoutofAsiaMinor。Withwhateverfaults,hehasnotwhollyforfeitedthatsuperioritywhichbelongstothechildrenofnature。

HehasafinertasteinfruitthancouldbedistilledfrommanysuccessivecommitteesoftheHorticulturalSociety,andheeatswitharelishinggulpnotinferiortoDr。Johnson’s。Hefeelsandfreelyexerciseshisrightofeminentdomain。Hisistheearliestmessofgreenpeas;hisallthemulberriesIhadfanciedmine。Butifhegetalsothelion’sshareoftheraspberries,heisagreatplanter,andsowsthosewildonesinthewoodsthatsolacethepedestrian,andgiveamomentarycalmeventothejadedvictimsoftheWhiteHills。

hekeepsastricteyeoverone’sfruit,andknowstoashadeofpurplewhenyourgrapeshavecookedlongenoughinthesun。

Duringtheseveredroughtafewyearsagotherobinswhollyvanishedfrommygarden。Ineithersawnorheardoneforthreeweeks。meanwhileasmallforeigngrape—vine,rathershyofbearing,seemedtofindthedustyaircongenial,and,dreaming,perhapsofitssweetArgosacrossthesea,deckeditselfwithascoreorsooffairbunches。Iwatchedthemfromdaytodaytilltheyshouldhavesecretedsugarenoughfromthesunbeams,andatlastmadeupmymindthatIwouldcelebratemyvintagethenextmorning。Buttherobins,too,hadsomehowkeptnoteofthem。Theymusthavesentoutspies,asdidtheJewsintothepromisedland,beforeIwasstirring。WhenIwentwithmybasketatleastadozenofthesewingedvintagersbustledoutfromamongtheleaves,andalightingonthenearesttreesinterchangedsomeshrillremarksaboutmeofaderogatorynature。Theyhadfairlysackedthevine。NotWellington’sveteransmadecleanerworkofaSpanishtown;notFederalsorConfederateswereevermoreimpartialintheconfiscationofneutralchickens。IwaskeepingmygrapesasecrettosurprisethefairFidelewith,buttherobinsmadethemaprofoundersecrettoherthanIhadmeant。Thetatteredremnantofasinglebunchwasallmyharvest—home。Howpaltryitlookedatthebottomofmybasket,——asifahumming—birdhadlaidheregginaneagle’snest!Icouldnothelplaughing;andtherobinsseemedtojoinheartilyinthemerriment。Therewasanativegrape—vinecloseby,bluewithitslessrefinedabundance,butmycunningthievespreferredtheforeignflavor。CouldItaxthemwithwantoftaste?

(1)\"Forwellthesoul,ifstoutwithin,Canarmimpregnablytheskin。\"

*TheTitmouse,*lines75,76。

Therobinsarenotgoodsolosingers,buttheirchorus,as,likeprimitivefire—worshippers,theyhailthereturnoflightandwarmthtotheworld,isunrivalled。Thereareahundredsinginglikeone。

Theyarenoisyenoughthen,andsing,aspoetsshould,withnoafterthought。Butwhentheycomeaftercherriestothetreenearmywindow,theymuffletheirvoices,andtheirfaint*pippippop!*

soundsfarawayatthebottomofthegarden,wheretheyknowI

shallnotsuspectthemofrobbingthegreatblack—walnutofitsbitter—rindedstore。(1)TheyarefeatheredPecksniffs,tobesure,butthenhowbrightlytheirbreasts,thatlookrathershabbyinthesunlight,shineinarainydayagainstthedarkgreenofthefringe—

tree!Aftertheyhavepinchedandshakenallthelifeofanearthworm,asItaliancookspoundallthespiritoutofasteak,andthengulpedhim,theystandupinhonestself—confidence,expandtheirredwaistcoatswiththevirtuousairofalobbymember,andoutfaceyouwithaneyethatcalmlychallengesinquiry。\"Do*I*

looklikeabirdthatknowstheflavorofrawvermin?Ithrowmyselfuponajuryofmypeers。Askanyrobinifheeverateanythinglessasceticthanthefrugalberryofthejuniper,andhewillanswerthathisvowforbidshim。\"Cansuchanopenbosomcoversuchdepravity?Alas,yes!Ihavenodoubthisbreastwasredderatthatverymomentwiththebloodofmyraspberries。Onthewhole,heisadoubtfulfriendinthegarden。Hemakeshisdessertofallkindsofberries,andisnotaversefromearlypears。Butwhenwerememberhowomnivorousheis,eatinghisownweightinanincrediblyshorttime,andthatNatureseemsexhaustlessinherinventionofnewinsectshostiletovegetation,perhapswemayreckonthathedoesmoregoodthanharm。Formyownpart,I

wouldratherhavehischeerfulnessandkindneighborhoodthanmanyberries。

(1)Thescreech—owl,whosecry,despitehisillname,isoneothesweetestsoundsinnature,softenshisvoiceinthesamewaywiththemostbeguilingmockeryofdistance。J。R。L。

Forhiscousin,thecatbird,Ihaveastillwarmerregard。Alwaysagoodsinger,hesometimesnearlyequalsthebrownthrush,andhasthemeritofkeepinguphismusiclaterintheeveningthananybirdofmyfamiliaracquaintance。EversinceIcanremember,apairofthemhavebuiltinagiganticsyringanearourfrontdoor,andIhaveknownthemaletosingalmostuninterruptedlyduringtheeveningsofearlysummertilltwilightduskenedintodark。Theydiffergreatlyinvocaltalent,butallhaveadelightfulwayofcrooningover,and,asitwere,rehearsingtheirsonginanundertone,whichmakestheirnearnessalwaysunobtrusive。Thoughthereisthemosttrustworthywitnesstotheimitativepropensityofthisbird,Ihaveonlyonce,duringanintimacyofmorethanfortyyears,heardhimindulgeit。

Inthatcase,theimitationwasbynomeanssocloseastodeceive,butafreereproductionofthenotesofsomeotherbirds,especiallyoftheoriole,asakindofvariationinhisownsong。Thecatbirdisasshyastherobinisvulgarlyfamiliar。Onlywhenhisnestorhisfledglingsareapproacheddoeshebecomenoisyandalmostaggressive。Ihaveknownhimtostationhisyounginathickcornel—bushontheedgeoftheraspberry—bed,afterthefruitbegantoripen,andfeedthemthereforaweekormore。Insuchcasesheshowsnoneofthatconsciousguiltwhichmakestherobincontemptible。Onthecontrary,hewillmaintainhispostinthethicket,andsharplyscoldtheintruderwhoventurestosteal*his*

berries。Afterall,hisclaimisonlyfortithes,whiletherobinwillbagyourentirecropifhegetachance。

Dr。Watts’sstatementthat\"birdsintheirlittlenestsagree,\"liketoomanyothersintendedtoformtheinfantmind,isveryfarfrombeingtrue。Onthecontrary,themostpeacefulrelationofthedifferentspeciestoeachotheristhatofarmedneutrality。theyareveryjealousofneighbors。AfewyearsagoIwasmuchinterestedinthehousebuildingofapairofsummeryellow—birds。Theyhadchosenaveryprettysitenearthetopofatallwhitelilac,withineasyeye—shotofachamberwindow。Averypleasantthingitwastoseetheirlittlehomegrowingwithmutualhelp,towatchtheirindustriousskillinterruptedonlybylittleflirtsandsnatchesofendearment,frugallycutshortbythecommon—senseofthetinyhouse—wife。Theyhadbroughttheirworknearlytoanend,andhadalreadybeguntolineitwithfern—down,thegatheringofwhichdemandedmoredistantjourneysandlongerabsences。But,alas!

thesyringa,immemorialmanorofthecatbirds,wasnotmorethantwentyfeetaway,andthese\"giddyneighbors\"had,asitappeared,beenallalongjealouslywatchful,thoughsilent,witnessesofwhattheydeemedanintrusionofsquatters。Nosoonerweretheprettymatesfairlygoneforanewloadoflining,than\"TotheirunguardednesttheseweaselScotsCamestealing。\"(1)

Silentlytheyflewbackandforth,eachgivingavengefuldabatthenestinpassing。Theydidnotfall—toanddeliberatelydestroyit,fortheymighthavebeencaughtattheirmischief。Asitwas,whenevertheyellow—birdscameback,theirenemieswerehiddenintheirownsight—proofbush。Severaltimestheirunconsciousvictimsrepaireddamages,butatlength,aftercounseltakentogether,theygaveitup。Perhaps,likeotherunletteredfolk,theycametotheconclusionthattheDevilwasinit,andyieldedtotheinvisiblepersecutionofwitchcraft。

(1)Shakespeare:*KingHenryV。,*acti,scene2。

Therobins,byconstantattacksandannoyances,havesucceededindrivingofftheblue—jayswhousedtobuildinourpines,theirgaycolorsandquaint,noisywaysmakingthemwelcomeandamusingneighbors。Ioncehadthechanceofdoingakindnesstoahouseholdofthem,whichtheyreceivedwithveryfriendlycondescension。Ihadhadmyeyeforsometimeuponanest,andwaspuzzledbyaconstantflutteringofwhatseemedfull—grownwingsinitwheneverIdrewnigh。AtlastIclimbedthetree,inspiteofangryprotestsfromtheoldbirdsagainstmyintrusion。Themysteryhadaverysimplesolution。Inbuildingthenest,alongpieceofpackthreadhadbeensomewhatlooselywovenin。Threeoftheyounghadcontrivedtoentanglethemselvesinit,andhadbecomefull—grownwithoutbeingabletolaunchthemselvesupontheair。Onewasunharmed;anotherhadsotightlytwistedthecordaboutitsshankthatonefootwascurledupandseemedparalyzed;

thethird,initsstrugglestoescape,hadsawnthroughthefleshofthethighandsomuchharmeditselfthatIthoughtithumanetoputanendtoitsmisery。WhenItookoutmyknifetocuttheirhempenbonds,theheadsofthefamilyseemedtodivinemyfriendlyintent。