The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1855-03-17

CioNeT uloSSoHlS. disappear, ana the spring
fades into summer, he gradually gives up his
elegant tastes and habits dofs his poetical
suit of black, assumes russet dusty garb,
and sinks to the gross enjoyments of COM
mon vulgar birds. His notes no longer vi
brate on the ear; he is stuffing himself with
the seeds of the tall weeds on which he late
ly swung and chanted so melodiously. He
has become bon vivant,' gourmand;"
with him now there is nothing like the " lows
of the table In little while he grows
tired of plain homely fare, and is off on a
gastronomical tour in quest of foreign luxu-
ries. We next hear of him with myriads of
his kind, banqueting among the reeds of the
Delaware, and grown corpulent with good
feeding. He has changed his name in trav-
elling. 8obincon no more-he is the Reed
bird now, the much sought for titbit of Penn
Isylvania epicures; the rival in unlucky
fame of the ortoan! Wherever he goes,
pop pop pop! every rusty firelock in the
country is blazing away. He sees his COM
panions falling by thousands around him.
Does he take warning, and reform? Alas,
not he Incorrigble epicure Again he
wings his flight. The rice swamps of the
south invite him. He gorges himself among
them almost to bursting; he can scarcely fly
for corpulency. He has once more changed
his name, and is now the famous Rice
bird of the Carolinas.
Last stage of his career; behold him spit
ted with dozens of his corpulent compan-
ions, and served up, vaunted dish, on the
table of some southern gastronome.
Such is the story of the Boblink; once
spiritual, musical, admired, the Joy of the
meadows, and the favorite bird of spring ;
finally, a gross little sensualist, who expi-
ates his sensuality in the larder. His story
contains moral, worthy the attention of
all little birds and little boys-wanning them
to keep to those refined and intellectual pur-
suits, which raised him to so high pitch of
popularity during the early part of his career;
but to eschew all tendency to that gross and
dissipated indulgence, which brought this
mistaken little bird to an untimely end.
A NOBLE DEED-During the night of No
vember 26th last, in thick snow stolm, the
wind blowing heavy gale down the lake,
the water chilled and making ice fast, the
Canadian schooner Conductor, Capt. Hack
ct, struck on the bar outside of Long Point
cut, on the island side, beat over and filled
with water Immediately, some distance from
the shore, the sea making complete breach
over her, driving the crew to the rigging for
their lives. In the morning at daylight they
were discovered clingng 10 the wreck, by
Mrs. Margaret Becker, a trapper's wife, the
S lie inhabitant of that end of the island,
her husband being over on the main land
She Immediately went down abreast of the
vessel on the beach, and built a large fire of
logs, made some hot tea, and prepared some
food for them in case they reached the shore,
and to refresh and encourage their dropping
spirits by showing them succor was at hand
All that long day, with the tempest raving
around her, did that heroic woman watch
the suffering seamen clinging to the rigging
Of the wreck.
Just at nightfall the captain called to the
mate, who was on the other side of the rig
ging, that they would all perish if they had
to remain in the rigging another night, and
that he was going to attempt to swim ashore;
if he succeeded, the rest could follow him,
if he drowned they could cling to the rig
ging and run their chances. He leaped over
board and struck out. AS he reached the
undertow and backwater, his strength fail
ing, and chilled and benumbed with cold,
he would certainly have been drowned, had
not the woman gone to his rescue. She
waded in through the surf up to her neck,
graeping him and dragging him out safely
The balance Of the crew then followed him
one by one, with the same result, this noble
woman breasting the sea, and meeting and