A charming songster of this species warbled its nightly music from a
high tree in the corner of my garden. It generally began its jug-jug
just after sundown, when it distinctly whistled the bass solo, "Now
nurse and child are fast asleep," from _Guy Mannering_. The formation of
the larynx prevented the lower notes from coming out with full effect,
but the performance, in other respects, was perfect. Truth, however,
compels me to add, that the bird did not, as has been asserted, whistle
the words. The same nightingale, when he saw over the garden wall a
gentleman staggering along, after a convivial party, used to whistle "We
wont go home till morning," with great glee. I only observed it make a
change once, when the air selected was, "Jolly companions every one."—
_William Kiddy, in the Gardeners' Journal._
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THE HEIGHT OF IMPUDENCE.—Stopping a railway train to ask the Guard what
o'clock it is.