They resemble the border injun in this respekt. When yu cum tew take 90 per cent oph from most enny thing, except the striped snaik, it seems tew injure the proffits. I owned a parrot once, for about a year, and then gave him away, i haven’t seen the man I giv him to since, but i presume he looks upon me az a mean kuss. If i owned all the parrotts thare iz in the United States, I would banish them immejiately tew their native land, with the provizo that they should stay thare. I don’t make theze remarks tew injure the feelings ov thoze who hav sot their pheelings on parrotts, or pets ov enny kind, for i kant help but think that a person who gives up their time and tallents tew pets, even a sore eyed lap dorg, displays grate nobility ov karakter. (This last remark wants tew be took different from what it reads.) THE BOBALINK. The bobalink iz a blak bird with white spots on him. They make their appearanse in the northern states about the 10th ov June, and commence bobalinking at once. They inhabit the open land, and luv a meadow that iz a leetle damp. The female bird don’t sing, for the male makes noize enuff for the whole family. They have but one song, but they understand that perfektly well. When they sing their mouths git az phull ov musik az a man’s duz ov bones who eats fried herring for brekfast. Bobolinks are kept in cages, and three or four ov them in one room make just about as mutch noize az an infant class repeating the multiplikashun table all at once. THE EAGLE. Thare iz a grate deal ov poetry in eagles; they kan look at the sun without winking; they kan split the clouds with their flashing speed; they kan pierce the blu etherial away up ever so fur; they kan plunge into midnight’s blak space like a falling star; they kan set on a giddy krag four thousand miles hi, and looking down onto a green pasture kan tell whether a lamb iz phatt enough tew steal or not. Jupiter, the Peterfunk, god ov the anshunts, had a grate taste for eagles, if we kan beleave what the poeks sing. I hav seen the bald-headed eagle and shot them in all their native majesty, and look upon them with the same kind ov venerashun that i do upon all sheep stealers. NATRAL HISTORY. It is not the moste deliteful task, tew write the natral history ov the _Louse_, thare iz enny quantity of thorobred folks, who would konsidder it a kontaminashun, az black az pattent leather, to _say_ louse, or even _think_ louse, but a louse is a fackt, and aul fackts are never more at home, nor more unwilling to move, than when they git into the head. The _louse_ is one ov the gems ov antiquity. They are worn in the hair, and are more ornamental than useful.