Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-06-19

and when he was in the last stage of
life, lying on straw bed, the poor
bird, who had been two days without
food or water, came to his feet, and
striking his bill on the floor called, 'soho
are you? ,cho are you9 Tom Moore
! OF F1eet-street-dan,m 1t hoao he ascks
'em echot brought you here? bad CON-
pany.' Tom, who attended to the
| bird, was struck at his words, and re-
f]ecting on himself, cried out, to what
a wretchec situation am / reduced!-
My father, when he died, left me
good fortune and ar established trade.
have spent my fortune, ruined my
business, and am now dying in loath-
some Jail; and to complete all, keeping
that poor thing confined without any
support. I'll eadeavor TO do one piece
Of justice before ! die, by setting him
at liberty. Moore made shift to crawl
from his bed, opened the easement, and
out the bird flew. A flock ofJackdaws
from the temple were going over the
Jail, and TOMS mixed amongst them.
The gardeners were then laying the
plants of the temple gardens; and as
often as they placed them in the day,
the Jackdaws pulled them up at night.
The gardeners attempted TO shoot them;
but being cunning birds, they always
placed one as watch in the stump of
hollow tree, who as soon as a gun
was levelled, cried, mock mock, and
away they flew, so that the men could
never shoot one efthem. The garden
ers were advised to get net, and the
first night it was spread, they caught
twenty-five. TOMS bird was amongst
them. One Of the men took the net
into the garnet of an uninhabited house,
fastened the doors and windows, and
turned the birds loose. 'Now (says hey
I'Hbe revenged on you, you black ras-
GALS Taking hold of the first at
hand, he twisted his neck, and throw
ing him down, cries, There goes one.'
Toms bird, who had hoped on beam
in one corner of the room unobserved,
as the man laid hold of the second,
calls out, damn 1t, hour he hicks 'esn,
damn 1T, how he nicks 'ens.' The man
dropt the bird he had in his hand, and
turning to where the voice came from,
observed the other with his mouth o.
pen, and calls out, who are you:'-
The bird answered, Tom Moore, Of
Fleet-street, Tom Moore, Of Fleet
street, The devil you are, (says the
many and uhat brought you here?'-
Tom Moore's bird, lifting up his PIN
ions, answered, Bad company, bad
company The fellow, frightened al.
most out of his wits, opened the doors,
ran down stairs, and out of the house,
followed by the birds, who by this means
saved their lives and gained their liber-
ty.
Don't Grumble. He is fool who
grumbles at every little mischance.-
put the best foot foremost is an old
and good maxim. Don't run about
and sell acquaintance that you have
been unfortunate. People do not like
to have unfortunate men for acquainian-
ces. Add to vigorous determination
cheerful spirit, if reverses come, bear
them ike philosopher and get rid of
them as soon as you can. Poverty Is
like panther. Look it steadily in
the face and it will turn from you.
ESQ.,
A big boy who displayed a dangling
watch chain, was asked
whats the time, Josiah"
He drew his watch very uncermoni-
ously, and after examining 1t awhile,
referred to another, and asked
SIS this 6gury nine or fgury leven''
He was told that it was '6gury sew
en-
sWell, them said Josiah, st lacks
Jest about half an inch of eighth
Smart Deuil.-Imp-sO, just look
out o. the window, Mr.. Editor, do you
see that string Of men and boys with
poles on their shoulders? What do you
suppose they are qtfer9'
Ed.-'Ihey are after fish at the pond
| presume, SIR
Imp.-'No sir, They are all one
after the other!'
Ed.-sYou ink-faced little wretch.
Imp.-'Yes sirr
An Irishman having a looking glass
in his hand, shut his eyes and placed
it before his face. Another asked him
why he did so? sUpon nay soul, says