TWILIGHT BIRDS.
COLE YOUNG RICE.

Swallow, I follow
          Thy skimming
Over the sunset skies —
Follow till joy is dimming
To sadness in my eyes.
And hollow seems now thy twittering
High up where the bittering
Night-blown winds arise.

Throstle, the wassail
          Thou drinkest
Daily of chalice buds —
Wassail in which thou linkest
Thy notes of springtime moods —
Should docile thy elfish fluttering
Where twilight is uttering
Sorcery through the woods.
      Plover, thou lover
          Of moorlands
Drained by the surfing sea —
Lover of marshy tourlands,
What is the world to thee?
Nay rover, wing on unquerying
O'er mallows ne'er wearying
Over the pebbly sands!

But sparrow, the care o'
          Thy nesting
Pierces thy vesper song —
Care o' the young thy breasting
Shall warm through the blue night long —
Till, an arrow, seems thy dittying,
Of pain to the pitying
Heart that knows earth's wrong.





AWESOME TREES.

WE made a side trip to the big trees of the Mariposa group, which are about one hours ride from the hotel, says a correspondent of the Pittsburgh Dispatch. If the smallest of these trees could be planted anywhere in Pennsylvania the railroads would run excursion trains to it and make money. The trees in this grove are so large that it takes a good while to fully appreciate the facts about the size of the biggest of them. The "Grizzly Giant" is thirty-four feet through at the base and over 400 feet high. This tree would overtop the spires on the Pittsburgh cathedral by over 100 feet. The trunk of this tree is 100 feet clear to the first limb, which is twenty feet in circumference. Many other trees here are very nearly as large as this one, and there are 400 in the grove. Through several tunnels have been cut and a four-horse stage can go through these tunnels on the run and never graze a hub.

     

You get an approach to an adequate idea of their size by walking off 100 yards or so while the stage is standing at the foot of a tree and glancing from top to bottom, keeping the stage in mind as a means of comparison. The stage and the horses look like the little tin outfit that Santa Claus brought you when you were a good little boy.

These trees are no longer to be called the largest in the world, however. A species of eucalyptus has been found in Australia as large or larger. Emerson warns us against the use of the superlative, but when you are in this region of the globe you can't get along without a liberal use of it. He himself says of Yosemite: "It is the only spot I have ever found that came up to the brag." And as I stood in the big tree grove I remembered that some one called Emerson himself "the Sequoia of the human race."


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