Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1853-08-31

COULDN'T! Cos He SUNG So Leaning idly
over a fence n few days since, we noticed little
four year old "lord Of the CREATION" amusing
himself in the grass by watching the frolicsome
fight Of birds, which were playing around him.
AT length beautiful bobolink perched himself
upon dropping bough of an apple tree, which
extended TO within few yards of the place where
the urchin sat, and maintained his position, appa-
rently unconscious of the close proximity 10 one
whom birds usually consider dangerous neigh
Dor.
The boy seemed astonished at his impudencc
and after regarding him steadily for minute
or two, obeyng the instinct of his bascr part, he
picked up stone lying at his feet, and was pre-
pairing to throw it, steadying himself carefully
for good aim. The little arm was reached
backward without alarming the bird, and Bob
was within an ace of damage, when 10 his
throat sweled, and forth came Natures plea ::
I" A ink-a link-a Link, bob-o-lnk, bobo-
link a-no-weet a no weet know it know
TIA link--link--a link don't throw it throw
it, throw it, &C." and he didn't Slowly the lit
tic arm subsidized to its natural position, and the
despised stone dropped The minstrel charmed
the murderer We heard the songster through.
and watched his unframed flight as did the
bow, with sorrowful countenance. Anxious
to hear an expression of the little fellows feel.
ing, we approached him, and inquired:
Why didn't you stone him my boy you might
have killed him and carried him home
The poor little fellow looked up doubtingly,
as, though he suspected our meaning, and with
an expression, half shame and half sorrow, he re-
piled -
" Couldn't cos he sung so ,"
Who will say that our nature is aoholly deprav-
ed, after that; or aver that music hath no
charms to soothe the savage brest. Melody
awakened Humanity, and Iumanity--Mercy
The angles who sang at the creation whispered
to the chld's heart. The bird was saved and
God was glorfed by the deed. Dear little boys!
don't stone the birds. Clinton Courant,
"Lo TIE POOR INDIAN"-Mr Everett in his
address at Plymouth on Monday alluded to an
incident which occurred in Boston harbor not
long since. 1t will not only be read for the
great fact which it illustrates but admired forts
singular felicity of language -
The theme is vast i: | shrink from it; know
not where to begin or where to end. 1t seems
that you, YOURSELF in the remarks with which
you favored the company struck the keynote of
this great theme, in abiding to this great con-
tinent, before the Pilgrims came, and to the
oNuatiOU VI ltS piluIltlNc UlluUIldillS. mere is
the beginning. saw one or two of them, poor
wanderers, as we came into Plymouth, seated
by the road side, wondering spectators Of the
pageant which was passing before their eyes.
few days ago, as saw in the newspapers,
two light birch bark canoes appeared in Boston
harbor, containing each solitary Indian. They
seemed, as they approached, to gaze in silent
wonder at the city of the triple hills, rising
street above street, and crowned with the dome
of the State House, and at the long line of
villas stretching far into the back ground .
at the numerous tall vessels outward bound, as
they dropped down the channel and spread
their broad wings TO the breeze, and those which
were returning weathor-beaten from the ends of
the earth at The steamers, dashing in every
direction across the harbor, breathing volumes
of smoke from their fiery lungs. They padded
their frail barks with dexterity and speed
through this strange, busy, and to them no
dOub! bewildering scene and having made the
circuit of East Boston, the Navy Yard, the
city itself, and South Boston, dropped down
with the current, and disappeared among the
islands.
There was not human being of kindred
blood to utter word of welcome to them, in
all the region which on the day we now COM
memorate was occupied by their forefathers in
Massachusetts,.
COOKING BY misunderstanding to a
French prOyincial manor n case If instantaneous