(1) (1) (2) The nest where every joy to them was centred. -Montgomery: Pelican Island. PENGUIN. The heavy penguin, neither fish nor fowl, -Montgomery: Pelican Island. PHEASANT. Painted pheasant rare.-Bloomfield: Spring. See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and, panting, beats the ground. His purple crest and scarlet-circled eyes, His painted wings and breast that flames with gold! -Pope: Windsor Forest. (3) (4) And from the brake The helmets gay with plumage Torn from the pheasant's wings. -Macaulay: Prophecy of Capy's. (5) Whirr of the pheasant,—Cook: Must I leave thee, Paradise? (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) To crown thy open table doth provide The purpled pheasant with the speckled side; The painted partridge lies in every field, And for thy mess is willing to be killed.-Johnson: Forest. "Pheasant, forsake the country, come to town; I'll warrant thee a place beneath the crown." "No, not to roost upon the throne would I Renounce the woods, the mountains, and the sky." -Montgomery: Birds. 'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite Makes eating a delight. And if I like one dish More than another, that a pheasant is.-Suckling: Sonnet, The roosting pheasant's short but frequent crow Invites to rest.—Bloomfield: Autumn. While oft unhous'd from beds of ling, The flushering pheasant took to wing.-Clare: Holywell. The crowing pheasant in the brakes Betrays his lair with awkward squalls; A certain aim the gunner takes, He clumsy flushers up and falls.-Clare: Autumn. (14) And blund'ring pheasant that from covert springs, As through the boughs he seeks more safe retreat. -Clare: Summer Morning. PLOVERS. One of the six "orders" into which naturalists divide the bird-world comprises "the waders," and the first "family" of this order is that of the plover folk. Of these the poets recognise four species-the osyter-catcher and the dotterel, the grey plover and the lapwing. The oyster-catcher, under its name of "sea-pie," occurs once in Mallet, who takes the liberty of making the bird "warble;" and the dotterel, unless Wordsworth really meant a "sand-lark" when he uses the name (for sand-lark is a provincial name for the dotterel) and says it "chants a joyous song," is only referred to by Drayton, who, after remarking that it makes a dainty dish, goes on to say that "Its taking makes more sport as man no more can wish, This is pure fancy, however, arising, it may be, from an imaginative observation of those plover attitudes and gestures which are common to these birds, or from a poetical tenderness for local tradition. So that these two birds only live in verse by the mistakes made about them. The "grey plover" is noted only by Scott and Burns, both of whom make it a bird of melancholy associations— says one; and "Deep-toned plovers grey Wild-whistling o'er the hill." The lapwing-a name derived, by the way, from its laplapping manner of flight-receives more frequent recognition, and abundantly repays it by the picturesqueness which it invariably gives to the lines in which it flies "From the shore The plovers scatter o'er the heath, And sing their wild notes to the listening waste.” "The purple moor where the plover cries." The pretty artifice common to this tribe, and specially conspicuous in the lapwing, of pretending to be disabled so as to tempt enemies away from the nest, finds frequent reference in the poets. Thomson, with that truly awful disregard of nature that occasionally "shags "1 his verse, perpetrates the following: "Around the head Of wandering swain the white-winged plover wheels Her sounding flight, and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn, To tempt him from her nest." After this, how beautifully do Shenstone's lines read :— "The plover fondly tries To lure the sportsman from her nest, The plover is a type of inconstancy, and in Scotland is 1 One of this poet's peculiar poeticisms. held to be ill-omened; and several Scotch poets refer to it in this sense. Thus Burns- "Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear;" Grahame and Leyden are more precise, and give the traditional reason for the bird's ill repute : "But though the pitying sun withdraws his light, "Ill-omened bird, oft in the times Thou, hovering o'er the panting fugitive Bird of woe! Even to the tomb thy victims by thy wing Were haunted; o'er the bier thy direful cry Ill-omened bird, She never will forget, never forget, Thy dismal soughing wing, and doleful cry." In the south of Scotland the lapwing is still looked upon as an unlucky bird. Mr. Chatto, in his "Rambles in Northumberland and the Scottish Border," refers to "the persecution to which the Covenanters were exposed in the reign of Charles II. and his bigoted successor;" and, quoting Dr. Leyden, alludes to the tradition that "they were frequently discovered to their pursuers by the flight and |