These sang their sweet songs of welcome to the Pilgrims as they landed from the "Mayflower." These sang to them cheerily, through the first years and the later years of their stern trials and tribulations.

These built their nests where the blue eyes of the first white children born in the land could peer in upon the speckled eggs with wonder and delight.

What wonder that those strong-hearted puritan fathers and mothers, who "Made the aisles of the dim wood ring With the anthems of the free," should love the fellowship of these native singers of the field and forest, and give them names their hearts loved in the old home land beyond the sea! They did not consult Linnaeus, nor any musty Latin genealogy of Old World birds, at the christening of these songsters.
There was a good family resemblance in many cases.

The blustering partridge, brooding over her young in the thicket, was very nearly like the same bird in England.

For the mellow-throated thrush of the old land they found a mate in the new, of the same size, color, and general habits, though less musical.