The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1854-09-23
For the Miunesotian.
sketches.

Sketches.
A little sparrow, by some untoward accident.
had its leg broken, and for days kept in the
potato garden" its mate flying near. One
morning, as l stood by the window, a bird flew
upon the vines and was not afraid. Gazing
fixedly at me, it occurred to me it was hungry
threw it some crumbs it descended and ate
heartily. Ever since then (some two months)
three times daily comes the bird to be fed; it
knows my voice and answers to my call. For
the last month its mate has accompanied it and
occasionally two of the same species come to
take tea with them. If no crumbs are prcpar-
cd for them. my little friend has peculiar note
by which to attract attention. How sweet is
this confidence even in little fcathcrcd suffer
er! In its entire dependence, nature taught it
to throw away all fear, and repose on the gen.
crosby of those too frequently its enemy. Such
little incidents of reliefto suffering humanity.
if they do take the shape of a bird, cyerts a
softening influence over the whole household.
We have a daily visitor, too, lovely Italian
greyhound. sleek and shining graceful in every
posture, with eyes so large, deep and beautiful,
that cannot but think him possessed of a soul.
Gip-for he is named for Doras favorite-and
he is q pct though he has no pagoda with bells.
Clips mistress, as fair as Dora, is absent, and
Clip is inconsolable. When peculiar scratch
ing is heard at the door, it occasions n cry OF
"Gip is here" the door is flung widely open,
and many voices greet him. After saluting
every member in his peculiar way, with a look
of gratitude from The magnificent eyes, a sweep
of the tail, and thrust Of his cold nose into
your hand, he marches into the meat pantry,
and having RECALLED himself with bone. visits
the cake closet bowls tune to the piano. par
takes ola game of romps, walks out through
bly, small gap in the fence.
The poor nonogenarian, the shadow of his
shadow. crceps noisclcssly about-peering eve
nv two or three hours day, at some giant
squashcs, intended to win i premium at the
next Agricultural Exhibition. Atcycry glance
he exclaims, with childish glec, CORA they
can't be beat"
Poor old man last week he followed to the
grave his last remaining child, well beloved
daughter. Now like an ancient tree is he, a,,-
tumn has stripped it ofevery leaf; one by one
they have fallen. aud nOw it stands alone in the
winter OF life, at the mercy ofcvcry blast.
Uncle Phi" said little Joe, what will you
do now. Addy's deaI??"
II doa't KNOW" sobbed the old man, "wha;
I shaH do"
"Oh come aud live with me, cried the gen.
crousheartcd child, .comc and live with me
"wc'vc plenty Of ROOM
did not know that this interesting relic OF
another century was the hero of real story,
until lately. Miss Sedswick, the authorcss, has
immortalizcd him in her -" Rich Poor Man, and
Poor Rich Man. he representing the former
character.
Our first autumn month has come !; already
the woods are DOMINIC the robes Of rainbow
hue. Some leaves are already falling; in nc
rotation seek they their winters gravc--somc
ycsterday-tO-lay-to morrOw-the gold, the
crimson and the brown. Oh, Time ndestruct-
iblc sparcst thou not one? So, too, have fall
len from life to death the soul of many sleep
or. this last harvest month. The sickle has
moved into the outer irll-thc tender hcrl
and ripcncd grain. a pcstilcntial breath has
visited us. and carried away many of our best
beloved and lovclcst neishbors. Four it'll,
boys have left dcsolatc hearths in our mmc
date ncighborhood.
Never, for eighteen years, say the coolest
Inhabitants; has such sickness and death eli
tered the village. One half of the population
are i'll, and the other halfweary and worn will
watching and wcl-doing." Mary Low, lik,
Il ministcring angel. moves amid the suffering
and dying, with "Mcrcy's crown upon hel
head: More of her anon
Yours, JEANNE DEANS.
| Stockbridgc, Sept. 6. 1854.