If Only The Bird With The Loveliest

Hunting, Fishing, Drawing, And Music Occupied My Every Moment. Cares I Knew Not, And Cared Naught About Them.

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.

If Only The Bird With The Loveliest Song Sang, The Forest Would Be A Lonely Place.

I Wish I Had Eight Pairs Of Hands, And Another Body To Shoot The Specimens.

I Cannot Help But Think A Curious Event Is This Life Of Mine