Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1856-06-04
From the sparrowgrass Papers
SparroyGrass Turns 3nglcr.

81 have bought me bugIe. A buglc is a
good thing to have in the country. The man oil
whom / bought it said it had an easy draught SO
| that child could fill it. He asked me if | would
try it. l told him would prefer not, as my
wind was not in order; but that when got GU,
| in my boat, the instrument should be critically
tested. When reached home, l could scarce
ly finish my tea on account of my buge. The
bug.e was secret: | meant to surprise Mrs
Sparrowgrass. Play could not, but could
row off in the river and blow prolonged note
soitly; increasing it until it thrilled across the
night like the doiorous trumpet of ROLAND, q;
the rout of Roncesvnlles. slipped away, took
the hidden instrument from the bushes, handled
the SOULS; and soon put five hundred feet OF
brine between me and the cottage Then I'M
wrapped the brown paper, and lifted the copper
clarion to my lips. Iblew until thought nv
head would burst and could not raise Il toot
drew Il long breath, expanded my lungs to the
utmost, and blew my eyes almost ont of their
sockets, but nothing came of it, save a harsh
brassy hote, within the metallic labyrinth. Then
attempted the persuasive and finally cajoled a
faint rhythmic sound from it that would have
been inaudible at pistol shot distance. But this
was encouraging-I had gotten tie hang of It.
Little by little succeeded, and at last arlculat
ed melancholy fat, whereupon looked ov
had drfted down the stream, two miles at least;
so | had to tug up against the tide until nearly
reached home, when | took the precaution OF
dropping an anchor to wndward and once mo
exalted my horn Obstinaoy is Sparr0wgrass-
ic virtue. Ny upper-lip, under the tuition of the
mouth-piece, had pulled out into the worst kind
of blister, yet still persevcred. | mastered
three notes of the gamut, and then pulled fer
the front of the cottage. Now, said ], Mrs.
Sparrowgrass, look out for an unexpected sere.
made.
Gnar ty, Omar rra-ras-poo-poo-poop -en-arr-ty!
foo-poo-ta. Poo-poo-ta-rra noop en- taa-ry.-
Poopen to noopen ia ia! up up! Gran-too-pen-
tar-poopen-en-aartyn z s--... .. d.
- Who is making that Internal noises' said a
voice on shore.
"'Rrra-ty! 'traa-tar-poopen-tarty sea
"'Get out with you! and big stone fell
splash into the water This was too much 10
bear on my own premises, so rowed up to the
beach to punish the offender, whom l found to
be my neighbor.
on! hol! said he, was that you, Sparrow
grasss" $3.50
u said it was me, and added, You don't seem
to be fond Of muster
she said, not as a general thing but he tho't
tune on the fiddle, now and then, wasn't bad
to take.
Il answered that the relative merit of stringed
and wind instruments had never been exactly
settled; but if he preferred the former, be might
stay at home and enjoy it, which would be bet
ter than be intrudns on my beach, and inter-
rupting me when was practising. With this
locked MP boat, tucked The bugle under nv
arm and marched off. Our neighbor merely
laughed, and said nothing.
''The man who hath no musie in himself,
~ IL l,E T..
Is fit for trcasons, stratagems, and spoils:
The motions OF his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted"
when reached my domicile, Mrs. Sparrow
grass asked me who that was, Blowing a fish,
norn?' have in consequence given up music
as source of nninyman since III /. nyeninn