Both kinds of sap, yellow birch and black, are now, in some bottles, quite aromatic and alike ; but this year, methinks, it has a more swampy taste and musty, and most of the bottles are merely sour.

  P.M.—To Violet Sorrel and Calla Swamp.

  A peetweet’s nest near wall by Shattuck’s barn, Merrick’s pasture, at base of a dock; four eggs just on the point of being hatched . . .