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Updated: May 23, 2025
The mocking-bird's emotions were so intense and so originally displayed that he was a constant source of interest. A hand-glass lying face up gave opportunity for an amusing exhibition one day. Leaning over it, he puffed out every feather, opened his mouth, and tried the glass with his beak at every point.
Probably they did not know that there was a Yankee in Florida who in some moods, at least would have given more for a dozen bars of hermit thrush music than for a day and a night of the mocking-bird's medley.
This seeming impossibility is accomplished in the mocking-bird's song: the notes never come in the same order again and again, but, as if inspired, in a changed order, with variations and new sounds: and here again it has some resemblance to the skylark's song, and might be described as the lark's song with endless variations and brightened and spiritualized in a degree that cannot be imagined.
The present verification, Vesta thought, of the mocking-bird's supremest power, might have issued from its excitement at the silent and helpless condition of its master that master who had told Vesta that no bird in the woods ever resisted his seductions and mystic influence.
A well-regulated memory would have held fast to such figures: mine is certain only that there were four eggs in the mocking-bird's nest. Mr. G. was a man of enterprise, at any rate; a match for any Yankee, although he had come to Florida not from Yankeeland, but from northern Georgia. I hope all his crops are still thriving, especially his white roses and his Marshal Niels.
"Twelve years old!" she was saying, inwardly. "My darling would have been thirteen, had she lived!" And then flitted before her fancy a girlish form, with pure, loving eyes, and a voice melodious as a mocking-bird's.
How often he stood here or wandered slowly along these same paths at twilight, while the mocking-bird's song harmonized with his evening reveries.
If only an infinite God could have formed hydrogen and oxygen and united them in just the right proportions to produce water the daily need of every living thing scattered among the flowers all the colours of the rainbow and every variety of perfume, adjusted the mocking-bird's throat to its musical scale, and fashioned a soul for man, why should we want to imprison such a God in an impenetrable past?
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