Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-08-28

press my feelings of indignation at the insult
offered to the excellent, tend7rhearted, and
amable peacock, by the brazen faced rose.
Let me ask you, gentlemen, who and what is
this rose What has she done? What use is
she ot2 Who ever heard her voice in the
wood, as mine is heard and the peacocks ami
mating nature, and soothing all that have
ears to hear and hearts to feel The rose is Il
stupid and senseeSs flower, so conscious OF her
own insignifcance that she dare not show
herself in the pathway where we tread. Look
at the blush of shame which even now rises to
her cheeks-look at her tcebIeness, her useless
ness, her idleness for my part, | always hated
her aud preferred the noble sunt1ower, which
lifts its yellow head in yonder field. Now, let
me ask the rose how she dare collect us (whose
time is importantly together, for the purpose
of judging between the merits of yon small
paltry brown bird, that we should never think
OF looking at twice, and this gay and splendid
creature, which is the admiration of myself
and all other co3aosceRti, indeed, Of the known
worll"
81 must remind the learned gentleman
said the rose, in low but touching tone, chat
there are other means OF gaining fane besides
appearances. That the dress Of the peacock
is more bright, striking and gaudy than that
OF The nightingale, am willing to allow but
dress does not make the man. The nightin.
gale rests his hope Of your appreciation upon
higher qualities. Nature has given him
most extraordinary power of touching the
SOUL and, think, this must rank him some
what higher in the scale Of creation than the
peacock"
"Oh, no" said the ass, "you mean his sing.
ing. have been often disturbed by his voice
in the night although never before had the
honor of seeing the vocalist What !" he con
tinued, 'this is the fellow, is it, that keeps us
awake ?sWell, bark ye, my little chap, give us
touch OF your quality and be short do you
hear, for our time is precious, and important
TO the commonwealth"
The nightingale was about to commence.
when the peacock broke in.
81 also, said he, "have cultivated my voice,
and aspire to some skill in melody"
"Right," said theass, "and the nightingale
is nothing TO you"
The little bantam, who had perched upon
the top of an old chestnut rail, came out with
a sudden laugh, and slapped his sides with his
wings, at this assertion; but the ass, regard
ing him with grave, rebukiug expression,
said =
81 would have you to know, sir, that if there
is anything on which l really pique myself it
is being correct Judge of music. In that III
yield to nobody. But hush that divine crea.
ture is going to sing"
The peacock favored them with a song, than
which nothing could be more harsh, discord-
ant, and altogether execrable
Every fine, delicious p said the ass, holding
his head; 'now, let the nightingale beat that
if he can"
An old hen, who had been scratching gravel
at Il little distance, declared that she "never
knew what music was before"
An innocent little lamb, who loved the night
ingale, cried "INh % but the ass pricked up
his ears and shouted, Turn him out, - in such
a stentorian voice, that the poor young thing
was frightened half to death
"Order, order" SAID the COW.
Order being obtained gush of melody
burst from the throat of the nightingale, which
instantly hushed every other sound Some
times it melted into plaintve sweetness, and
sometimes burst forth like an impulse of love
but tue peryading character was tenderness
touching, that after it had ditd AWAY eiseuuff
silence hung over the crowd, as if every one
were waiting and wishing for it TO commence
again. The applause which ensued manifest
ed clearly the triumph Of the rose and the
nightingale. The geese who had been asleep,
each on one leg, with his head behind his wing,
were awakened by the clamor, and scudded
across the road, after having assented to the
ass, who, before he trotted off, shook his ears
with a wise look, and observed =
alt is really astonishing how the public al
low themselves TO be led away"