Queer politicians, though, for I’ll be skinned
Ef all on ’em don’t head against the wind.”
A number of quotations in which the robin figures conspicuously have already been given. One more occurs to me,—that in which Hosea Biglow exclaims,—
“Thet’s robin-redbreast’s almanick; he knows
That arter this ther’ ’s only blossom-snows;
So, choosin’ out a handy crotch an’ spouse,
He goes to plast’rin’ his adobë house.”
But hold! here is still another:—
“The Maple puts her corals on in May,
While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,