THE RING OUZEL differs from the fieldfare and redwing, to which it is nearly allied, in being a summer visitor to the British islands, instead of a winter one. It is found only in the wildest and most mountainous districts; particularly among the Welsh mountains and on Dartmoor, in Devonshire, where it has been known to breed. THE MOCKING BIRD, (_Turdus polyglottus_,) WHICH is also a species, is found in both North and South America, and in the West Indian islands. He has a beautiful song, which he varies by imitating the notes of almost all other birds, so that a person passing by his haunt is regaled with a complete ornithological concert, all by a single performer. Unfortunately, the Mocking Bird’s taste is not equal to his musical powers. His talent for imitation is so great that he mimics every sound he hears, and as he introduces all his imitations freely into his songs, he often interrupts the most delightful melody with the scream of a hawk, the bark of a dog, the squalling of a cat, or similar discordant noises. [Illustration: THE ROBIN, OR REDBREAST. (_Erythacus rubecula._)] “The Redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathering flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.” COLLINS. THE REDBREAST, or _Robin_, as he is popularly called, seems always to have enjoyed the protection of man, more than any other bird. The prettiness of his shape, the beauty of his plumage, the quickness of his motions, his familiarity with us in winter, and, above all, the melody and sweetness of his voice, claim our admiration, and have insured him that security which he enjoys among us; though the aid of fable has also been called in, to guard him from the assaults of thoughtless boys. “Little bird with bosom red, Welcome to my humble shed! Courtly domes of high degree Have no room for thee and me; Pride and pleasure’s fickle throng Nothing mind an idle song. Daily near my table steal, While I pick my scanty meal; Doubt not, little though there be, But I’ll cast a crumb for thee; Well rewarded if I spy Pleasure in thy glancing eye; And see thee, when thou’st eat thy fill, Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill.” LANGHORNE.