What words you said to me, or I to you.
"The golden bloom was glorious in the furze,
And gentle twittering came from out the copses;
It was the Carinated Flycatchers,
Or else the black Monarcha melanopsis.
"That day our troth we plighted—blissful hour,
Beginning of a joy a whole life long!
And while the wide world seemed to be in flower,
The Chestnut-rumped Ground-Wren burst forth in song."
It surely would not be amiss if the Bird Observers' Clubs throughout Australia, and the Royal Australasian Ornithologists' Union, enlisted the aid of the State Education Departments, and endeavored to find out what names the children use for the birds of their district. Executive committees upon bird names are good; but a good name is not evoked by arguments in committee. It ofttimes comes from the happy inspiration of some child who loves the bird. At present the names given by classifiers are often an offence. A few evenings ago I was charmed with an unaccustomed song coming from out a big pittosporum tree in my garden at Kew. I took careful note of the little warbler, and then consulted Mr. Leach's Descriptive List. Judge of my satisfaction when I found that my little friend was "The Striated Field Wren or Stink Bird"!