Smyrna times., 1857-06-10
SeIett 9flisteIIaug,
The Bo1OlinL.

SAO DGUOl1AAI
WHO is it familiar with country life that has
not welcomed the bobO ink IN his annual visit
and sojourn during The months of May and
June. The Caynga Chief thus welcomes,
initiates and raclly tanlIiarlzes with him as an
cd friend:
Oriolee.oee-olee oriolee, o'olee, toodle
linkum come again Crookerinctun-gIngle gle-
gIngle-huw are old boy, by jin3S! Toodle
mkum, llnkum, orIolee, jsssee, knlpperangum,
cOckadoodlencum. Sheet Skecl -
Well, well This is "a pleasant surprise. Our
old friend Robert Lincoln, for all the world,
and his first appearance. Clear. distinct and
as liquid with melody, as The gush OF water,
that torrent of bird music bursts and swells
forth from that tiny throat 1t seems to come
from the clouds, and after looking long we see
dainty aud lremuiOus shadow o. black tleck-
ing The blue overhead, poised recElessly, as If
cloud waf or song had been c. ught up and
lingering IN the air. 1t Is IA joy to see thee
again, Bo5-Joyous to hear thee. How fash
IOnable the cose-litting pants--what love of
Il shiny coat and walstcoat, and how jauntlly
the white cap sits on the head, while the jetty
eye is agiow with the h.hi OF ultcttered tun
and dare. .dev!l mischief. There isn't stgn Of
age .bout BJb. lie the same spruce little
chap as ut yorG, aud as young as five and-thIrty
years ago. III the meadow. NGuder If he
- OfioIer, or,olee!" lie Is SO iu | Of fun aud
soug that he cant keep II III. w lth dainty
tlutIer OF tbs wHg, h. goes akinniug INTO the
meadow, and Cooking his eye mtsChieVuusly to-
wards us from hls perch, breaks out =" OrIolce,
toodielinkum, squIZzc--comc TO see you-see
yUn-see yOu-how ye d@, elr-Wlt't and babies
--ChiGt-andt ,hIrt, and ChIet-olec, tnkum-
,ucktr-sucke cker-TIger Calcium -eucher ski
num-rinklun, pumpy- -dddie, diddie, byJingSr
Down he pops, leaving wave IT song to muir
.nur and die out among the goldeI daudelIons,
iud the bright green ot the sward.
Bob is luppsh, and sometimes saucy, but he
5 always So CHEEKY aud good tempered, and so
punctuatly comes with the Ofor and the bloom
of the first flowers, that ms little iobcs are al
ways forgotten, and he warmly welcomed. HIS
song has all the slvery richness Of an earlier
day. His annual coming aunlhIate a broad
waste of years, for he Sings us back TO the
homestead; the old meadow win its broad
reaching butternuts, eIms, and thorn-bushes
white with bussomlng; the early dangehons,
starring the soft green velvet of the sward, or
the daisies dancing like golden spray, in the
Wavy grass; the deep clear spring, below the
nursery; the brooklet between the house aud
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locks where, at twilight, there was an evening
song, so clear and pure that it fingers still III
the memories Of cherished thmgs. Those
springs aud summrr.tints are drifting in the
past like slver-tlnged clouds, all agow with a
beautiful haze while he who watches them is
nearing the later summer Of life, and already
finds The dritlngs of winter in his locks But
the brookiet sings sWeetIy, the meadow is as
green, and the dandelioHs aud da:les of the old
homestead are blooming as beautifully while be
writes, as though no years had flown. And the
bObOIlnk sings as swectIy.
"Oriolee ~
Up he springs from bis hiding-place, singing
as he rises, until he reaches the " height oi
song," when he poises himself a tremulous
wing, pours out a perfect flood OF queer and
fantastic melody, and then drops dalntily upon
the topmost twIg OF the apple tree. lie loves
to sing, and he asks nobody TO stand at the bars
to keep people from looking into the meadow
and listening to him. The human tongue has
yet to wag, which can warblc so llquidly, anC
run SO wildly and recklesSly over the whole
gamnt of short notes,
"Orlolee, toolee, toOlee--diddlc umptee,do
dleum-Alrs, Lincoln, Lincoln-shantee--t
tree in the medow--lttle LincOn--Sukey, Bet
and Bobby unior-happy famlly--rlfer clfle
through the meadow while the summers going
GONE and see us--Gec us--goOd time coming
by jingS! Skeet! Skee'!"
With a trail of song behind him, he slowly
as If on tide; e;driils over the ridge, out of sight
and twitters soft things to Mrs. Lincoln. Sunny
skies to them and their nestlngs!