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possible.” At every rod or two I stopped nothing but an animated sign of addition. the boat and put up my glasses, till we A better man — the Emperor Constanwere within perhaps sixty feet of the tine, shall we say? - might have seen in bird. Then it took wing, but instead of it a nobler symbol. . flying away went sweeping about us. While we were loitering down the On getting round to the willows again it river, later in the afternoon, an eagle made as if it would alight, uttering at made its appearance far overhead, the the same time some faint ejaculations, first one of the day. The boy, for some like “ah! ah! ah!” but it kept on for reason, refused to believe that it was an a second sweep of the circle. Then it eagle. Nothing but a sight of its white

. perched in its old place, but faced us a head and tail through the glass could little less directly, so that I could see the convince him. (The perfectly square beautiful silver tracery of its wings, like set of the wings as the bird sails is a the finest of embroidery, as I thought. pretty strong mark, at no matter what After we had eyed it for some minutes distance.) Presently an osprey, not far we suddenly perceived a second bird, ten from us, with a fish in his claws, set up feet or so from it, in full sight. Where a violent screaming. “It is because he it came from, or how it got there, I have has caught a fish,” said the boy; "he is no idea. Our first bird kept his bill part- calling his mate." “ No," said I, “it ed, as if in distress; a peculiar action, is because the eagle is after him. Wait which probably had some connection with a bit.” In fact, the eagle was already the other bird's presence, although the in pursuit, and the hawk, as he altwo paid no attention to each other so far ways does, had begun struggling upas we could make out. When we had ward with all his might. That is the watched them as long as we pleased, I fish-hawk's way of appealing to Heaven told the boy to pull the boat forward till against his oppressor. He was safe for they rose. We got within thirty feet, I that time. Three negroes, shad-fishers, think. At that point they took flight, were just beyond us (we had seen them and, side by side, went soaring into the there in the morning, wading about the air, now flapping their wings, now scal- river setting their nets), and at the sight ing in unison. It was beautiful to see. of them and of us, I have no doubt, the As they sat in the willows and gazed eagle turned away.

eagle turned away. The boy was not about, their long necks were sometimes peculiar in his notion about the osprey's twisted like corkscrews, or so they scream. Some one else had told me that looked, at all events.

the bird always screamed after catching The water-turkey is one of the very a fish. But I knew better, having seen oddest of birds. I am not likely to for- him catch a hundred, more or less, withget the impression made upon me by the out uttering a sound. The safe rule, in first one I saw. It was standing on a such cases, is to listen to all you hear, and prostrate log, but rose as I drew near, believe it - after you have verified it for and, to my surprise, mounted to a pro- yourself. digious elevation, where for a long time It was while we were discussing this it remained, sailing round and round question, I think, that the boy opened with all the grace of a hen-hawk or an his heart to me about my methods of eagle. Its neck and head were tenuous study. He had looked through the almost beyond belief, like a knitting- glass now and then, and of course had needle, I kept repeating to myself. Its been astonished at its power.

“Why," tail, too, shaped like a narrow wedge, he said finally, “I never had any idea was unconscionably long; and as the bird it could be so much fun just to look at showed against the sky, I could think of birds in the way you do!” I liked the


turn of his phrase. It seemed to say, and, not least, a daily sea breeze. The “Yes, I begin to see through it. We river in that part of its course is comare in the same boat. This that you call fortably narrow, a great advantage, study is only another kind of sport.” I – winding through cypress swamps, could have shaken hands with him but hammock woods, stretches of prairie, that he had the oars. Who does not love and in one place a pine barren; an into be flattered by an ingenuous boy? teresting and in many ways beautiful

All in all, the day had been one to be country, but so unwholesome looking as remembered. In addition to the birds to lose much of its attractiveness. Three already named three of them new to or four large alligators lay sunning themme — we had seen great blue herons, lit- selves in the most obliging manner upon tle blue herons, Louisiana herons, night the banks, here one and there one, to herons, cormorants, pied-billed grebes, the vociferous delight of the passenkingfishers, red-winged blackbirds, boat- gers, who ran from one side of the deck tailed grackles, redpoll and myrtle war- to the other, as the captain shouted and blers, savanna sparrows, tree swallows, pointed. One, he told us, was thirteen purple martins, a few meadow larks, and feet long, the largest in the river. Each the ubiquitous turkey buzzard. The boat- appeared to have its own well-worn suntails abounded along the river banks, and, ning-spot, and all, I believe, kept their with their tameness and their ridiculous places, as if the passing of the big outeries, kept us amused whenever there steamer - almost too big for the river was nothing else to absorb our attention. at some of the sharper turns

had come The prairie

lands through which the river to seem a commonplace event. Herons meanders proved to be surprisingly dry in the usual variety were seen, with osand passable (the water being unusually preys, an eagle, kingfishers, ground doves, low, the boy said), with many cattle pas. Carolina doves, blackbirds (red - wings

) tured upon them. Here we found the and boat - tails), tree swallows, purple savanna sparrows; here, too, the meadow martins, and a single wild turkey, the larks were singing.

first one I had ever seen. It was near It was a hard pull across the rough the bank of the river, on a bushy prailake against the wind (a dangerous sheet rie, fully exposed, and crouched as the of water for flat-bottomed rowboats, I steamer passed. Blue yellow - backed was told afterward), but the boy was warblers were singing here and there, equal to it, protesting that he did n't and I retain a particular remembrance feel tired a bit, now we had got the of one bluebird that warbled to us from “purples ;” and if he did not catch the the pine woods. The captain told me, fever from drinking some quarts of river somewhat to my surprise, that he had water (a big bottle of coffee having seen two flocks of paroquets during the proved to be only a drop in the bucket), winter (they had been very abundant against my urgent remonstrances and along the river within his time, he his own judgment, I am sure he looks said), but for me there was no such forback upon the labor as on the whole tune. One bird, soaring in company well spent. He was going North in the with a buzzard at a most extraordinary spring, he told me. May joy be with height just over the river, greatly excithim wherever he is !

ed my curiosity. The captain declared The next morning I took the steamer that it must be a great blue heron; but down the river to Blue Spring, a dis- he had never seen one thus engaged, nor, tance of some thirty miles, on my way so far as I can learn, has any one else back to New Smyrna, to a place where ever done so. Its upper parts seemed there were accessible woods, a beach, to be mostly white, and I can only surmise that it may have been a sandhill It was a long wait in the dreary little crane, a bird which is said to have such station; or rather it would have been, a habit.

had not the tedium of it been relieved As I left the boat I had a little ex- by the presence of a newly married perience of the seamy side of Southern couple, whose honeymoon was just then travel; nothing to be angry about, per!

at the full. Their delight in each other haps, but annoying, nevertheless, on a was exuberant, effervescent, beatific, hot day. I surrendered my check to what shall I say?- quite beyond veilthe purser of the boat, and the deck ing or restraint. At first I bestowed hands put my trunk upon the landing at upon them sidewise and cornerwise Blue Spring. But there was no one glances only, hiding bashfully behind there to receive it, and the station was my spectacles, as it were, and pretendlocked. We had missed the noon train, ing to see nothing ; but I soon perceived with which we were advertised to con- that I was to them of no more consenect, by so many hours that I had ceased

quence than a fly on the wall. If they to think about it. Finally, a negro, one saw me, which sometimes seemed doubtof several who were fishing thereabouts, ful, for love is blind, - they evidentadvised me to go “up to the house," ly thought me too sensible, or too old, which he pointed out behind some woods, to mind a little billing and cooing. and see the agent. This I did, and the And they were right in their opinion. agent, in turn, advised me to walk up What was I in Florida for, if not for the track to the “ Junction,” and be sure the study of natural history? And truly, to tell the conductor, when the evening I have seldom seen birds less sophistitrain arrived, as it probably would do cated, less troubled with that uncomfortsome hours later, that I had a trunk at able knowledge of good and evil which the landing. Otherwise the train would is commonly understood to have resulted not run down to the river, and my from the eating of forbidden fruit, and baggage would lie there till Monday. which among prudish people goes by He would go down presently and put it the name of modesty. It was refreshunder cover. Happily, he fulfilled his ing. Charles Lamb himself would have promise, for it was already beginning to enjoyed it, and, I should hope, would thunder, and soon it rained in torrents, have added some qualifying footnotes to with a cold wind that made the hot wea- a certain unamiable essay of his concernther all at once a thing of the past. ing the behavior of married people.

Bradford Torrey.



SOME years ago, an American girl mar- lot. Had she chosen a milliner or a dressried a composer who at that time was maker, her fate could not have been worse, known on both sides of the Atlantic, who nor so bad ; the successful ladies' tailor is known to-day all over the world. A must have high practical qualities as well certain great mercantile man, an acquaint as an artist's eye. And yet this merance of the bride, heard of her marriage cantile man was not all a Philistine ; he with scorn bordering on disgust. “A com- could sometimes listen to music, providposer !” said he, and shook his big busi- ed it was not too modern, and he read ness head over the hopelessness of her Homer for relaxation.

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In the practical business world gener- music, not even remarkably good music. ally music has not been reckoned one of What is the reason? When it is asked, the manly arts. The composer is only a in regard to other matters, why women part of a man; a very charming part, per have accomplished so little, the question haps, but at the best only a poor sort of is promptly answered by saying that they poet, a maker of empty sounds; nothing have not been given the opportunity, or more. Music is all very well, one of the that opportunity has not as yet been theirs necessary luxuries of mankind, - chiefly long enough to show their full capabiliof womankind; it must needs be that mu- ties. But this reply will not serve for sic exist, but woe unto them by whom it the present case. If there is one thing, exists! (And truly, for the most part it outside of household affairs, the pursuit has been woe to them. If the blood of of which has been permitted to woman in martyrs was the seed of the Church, the all ages, that thing is music. Whatever woes of composers may be said to have else was denied her, this was granted. been the seed of all that is great in the The lute was put into her hands many House of Sweet Sounds.) Yet music is centuries before the pen, and musical noacknowledged, even by our scornful mer- tation must have been familiar to her chant, to be one of the fine arts. This while book knowledge yet remained an being so, the artists — those worthy the unknown province.

name deserve consideration, if not so- Moreover, since music - and let it be cial recognition. And who are the ar- understood that by music is here meant tists? Men, not women. Never women, the musical thought or idea, not the exthough there is, indeed, a list of nearly pression of it by harmonic symbols, nor fifty women who have written music of the interpretation of it by voice or insufficient importance to deserve record. strument since music has for its sphere But who knows their work? A few the emotions, which sphere is claimed to song-writers, like Virginia Gabriel, have be also especially woman’s, the wonder won a well-merited fame, yet not one of redoubles that an art so feminine in its these has given us a melody, the lowest essence should have found in her no suform of music, which has caught and pereminent exponent. If ever a woman clung, and which promises to live for- had been born with a true creative muever. For the rest, composers of sona- sical genius, it seems reasonable to suptas, concertos, operas, and overtures, pose that she would have evinced it; their names, if mentioned, would be un- and to those who consider the subject for recognized by the larger part of the mu- the first time, the fact that she has not sical world. Even Fanny Mendelssohn, done so seems inexplicable. For this gift perhaps the best known of all, who in develops spontaneously, nor is a liberal her short day gained a certain success education required for its highest fruiwith songs and piano music, is not only tion. Few of the great composers, not accorded no separate mention in the mu- one of the very greatest, had any educasical encyclopædias, but is not spoken of tion to speak of, being born and reared therein as a composer. It is said that in poverty and obscurity. some of the Songs Without Words, now The musical idea is more persistent attributed to her brother Felix, were writ- than the poetical, even: the latter is easiten by her; yet supposing that the very ly stunted, crushed, or blighted; the forchoicest numbers in that charming col- mer will struggle forth and live and grow lection were proved to be hers, she could and flourish without encouragement, as hardly on that account claim the title of the pine-tree grows strong and tall amid great composer.

rock crevices, often with less earth about No, women have not produced great its roots than goes to nourish the com

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monest garden plant. Its name is pre- aware, a rather old-timey flavor in these cocity; it waits not for the full growth days of the Emancipirte Frauenzimmer, of other powers, but is born full fledged of girl athletes, of senior wrangleresses and coeval with the soul. It is, as Scho- and the triumphant petticoats of Harpenhauer said, “itself the idea of the vard Annex. Woman has of late fallen world ; not an image of the ideas, as the into the

way of posing as the greater man, other arts are, but an image of the will and people are found everywhere who itself.” Hence it needs no help from believe her capable of anything she may phenomena; outward knowledges are not be allowed to try her head or hands at; its models; “Godlike, it sees the heart insomuch that rumors are already on the only.”

wing to the effect that “envious men” What did the baby Mozart know when, are bethinking themselves, as in "antique at five years, he brought to his amazed times,” how to father a concerto too difficult to be

“Coin straight laws to curb her liberty." played”? God whispered him something in the ear, and he wrote it down. Why One runs the risk of trial as a heretic did not God whisper something in his who dares, in this


of sister's ear? She, too, could have writ- as to hint at an inequality in the sexes. ten it down as well as her brother Wolf- But “ lesser ” does not of necessity gang. Would the father have refused to

mean “lower.” It


have reference look at her work because it was a girl's ? to quality rather than to quantity ; nor Doubtless not, for she was very accom

in this sense need it be taken to mean plished in the performance of music, and “poorer," as linen lawn, though so slight made grand concert tours with her little a thing in comparison with canvas, canbrother.

not be said to be poorer than it. There When excuse is demanded for woman's are very high purposes which require the artistic or scientific deficiencies, it is cus- lesser instruments for their execution. tomary to urge marriage, motherhood, Can the circular saw do the work of the and the cares of domestic life as tending plane or the chisel ? Is the lancet less to quench her creative fires. And they noble than the sword or the battle-axe ? certainly have this tendency, though they And – though this is outside of the ardid not interfere with the production of gument - is there any eternal reason Uncle Tom's Cabin, nor prevent Mary why woman should enter every one of Somerville from becoming adept in the the lists set up for man, and why she most abstruse mathematical science. Be- should be expected to come out of them sides, of late years, among civilized na- all peer,

if not conqueror ? tions, the marriageable age has been con- But there are, perhaps, many who are siderably set forward; and, moreover, willing to admit more than is here asked marriage itself has not been regarded as for as to the secondary position of woan absolute necessity for women. Why, man in the scheme of the universe, who among the thousands of unmarried girls will at once scout the assertion regardof leisure and education, has no musical ing her emotional inferiority. If she is genius even approaching the first rank not emotional, it will be asked, who then arisen? I answer, that because woman, is ? The answer has already been hintas the lesser man, is comparatively defi- ed at: man is. Man, not woman, is the cient in active emotional force, she can- emotional being par excellence. And not for this reason produce that which, at heaping heterodoxy on heterodoxy, I will

, its best, is the highest and strongest of still further assert that, so far as muall modes of emotional expression; part, sical composition goes, woman is better at least, of which sentiment has, I am equipped intellectually than emotionally.

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