"_The birds sing many a lovely lay_ _Of God's high praise and of their sweet love-tune._" SPENSER. [Illustration: I]f we had to distribute the Seasons among the birds that are called "British," selecting a notable fowl to represent each, we could hardly overlook the claims of the cuckoo, the nightingale, and the swallow to distinction. But, after all, these are not "thorough Britons." They only come to us for our summer, and when that goes they follow it. Though great numbers of them are British-born, they are at best only Anglo-Continental, Anglo-Asiatic, Anglo-African, and Inter-Oceanic. But our resourceful little islands give us native birds, all our own, that amply serve the Seasons, and represent, with sufficing charm, the changing Four. We have the thrush, the blackbird, the skylark, and the robin, four of the sweetest birds that the round world can show-- "_The Throstle with his note so true._" SHAKESPEARE. "_The Mavis mild and mellow._" BURNS. "_A few stars Were ling'ring in the heavens, while the Thrush Began calm-throated._" KEATS. The thrush is pre-eminently our bird of spring. While the snow-drops, the "Fair Maids of February," are still in early bloom, and before the crocus has lit its points of flame or the primrose its pale fires, and while "the daffodils that come before the swallow dares" are scarcely in their bud, the thrush has burst forth in full song, its burden the "news of buds and blossoming." There is little that is green yet in copse and hedge: few flowers worth a child's picking are to be seen. But he is too full of his glad evangel to be able to keep from singing, and from the tufted larch "_Rarely pipes the mounted thrush._" Some naturalists want us to call it a migrant, and in proof of their argument, tell us of the multitudes that pass over Heligoland at a certain time of the year. But against this, let every one who has a garden where thrushes build, bear witness how, in the hardest winters, the dead birds are picked up among the laurels, starved or frozen to death. This alone demolishes the migrant theory. That numbers do leave England in winter may be true enough; it is the overflow of population. [Illustration: "_Among the lilacs_"]