The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1862-02-14


passes current among the people this
proverb:
"He that would thrive,
Must the white sparrow see.'
The meaning Of the proverb is not
at fret sight SO apparent as that OF
some others that circulate among us,
such as EARLY habits make tie
man." aud Honesty is the best pol
ICY" | will, therefore, relate the
story connected with its origin:
There wss an old Farmer, with
whom everything appeared to gov
worse from year to year. Scarcely
A week passed by that either the
tax gatherer or the pawn broker did
not come to his window, and, al.
dressing him with u courteous bow,
cay, ~ am really very sorry, Herr
Buckwart, TO be compelled 10 put
you to Inconvenience, but am OBJ
Iiged to do my duty" The old
'ricnda Of Herr Buckwsrt also tried
to do their duty to him. They sd-
vised, they entreated, and they help
ed hlm but all in VAN and 40 one
after another gavo him up in des-
pair, declaring, with y sigh, that, as
for poor Buckwsrt, there was no use
in trying to help him-he was past
being helped.
lie had ono friend, however, whose
heart was in the right place, and
who was not only good msn, but
q very clear sighted one. Til. ulsh
thought he would not give Her.
Bucckvsrt mp altogether without
making Cne more attempt to save
him. So, one day, he led the con.
versaiion, as though accidentally, to
the subject of ep,rrows relating
many anecdotes Of tl.rsc birds, and
observing how greatly they had mul
lipIied Of late, and how very cum
nlng and voracious they had be
come.
Herr Buckwart shook his head
gravely in snswer to this ohservs
tiun. shd said:
"They are. indeed, most des'rnct'
i've creatures. For my part, have
Mt the slightest doub, that it is
uainly owirg To their depredstion'
thst my harvest las Of late years
BE-, u 81 nnproiuctive."
t. Ills COZ lecture his old friend
mhce no rcjoinder; bar. alter mo-
ment's pause, lie continued the con
ver-aiion by another intcrr"g!ti.n.
NE hlor, hau. you eSsr seen =
white .psrrot =
No." rvpl ed Back wnr,; "thr
sparruvs on my fields srs al the
common gray sDrt."
THAT i! very prob. .bIe, ioo." r"
Joined his irien1. The habits ui
. tho white sparrow are peculiar - =
ST. Only one comes into the r,L
every year; and being So different
irom i's fellows, the other sparroXs
take q dislike to it, aud peek at il
VIXEN it appears among them. Fol-
tiis rev son 1t seeks its TODD ssr,y in
the morning, before the rest o. the
fea,hered tribe ore e.tir, and thet
goes back to it's nest, where it re
uIaius far the rest OF IT," day."
That is very strange y exrlaim'
. ed l}uckwart. | must really try
. and get sight Of that sparrrw
and, il possible, vii. catch il, too
. On the m0rs'ng following hi,
i consvrsst!on. the Farmer arose Will
the sun. and sailed forth into III,
field. He walked around his isrm
=. yard in every corner, ex mined til,
n roofs of his garners and the trees u
II his orchards to See whether lie cou,'
p discover any traces OF the wonderu
white sparrow. Bot the White spar
, row. to the great disappointment o
the Farmer, would not show itself q
stir from its imaginary nest. Wha
vexrd the Farmer, however, su|
more. WAS that, although the su
stood high in the heavens by th
!, time he had coml leted his rounc
/ not one Of the farm laborers Wa
astir; they, too, seemed resolve
~ not to leave their nests.
II Herr Buckwart was rejecting O
r. the Disadvantages of this state OF a
fairs, when suddenly he perceived
p lad coming ont oi the house, carr,
1t ing sack Ut wheat on his shoulder
y He seemed to be in great haste
I'd get onI Of the precincts OF the farm
=, and Herr Buck wart soon perceive
that his steps were no. bent towai
is n the mill, but tow.rd public hous
where Casper had, unhappily, . lor
n score To pay. lie hastened after Il
astonished youth, and quickly r
. lieved him Of his burden.
oi ot The Farmer next bert his steps
,e' the COW house, and, peeping to &
whether the white sparrow had pc
'e' chance taken refuge there, he dl
- covered, to his dismay, that 4
uni k.maid was handing a lib I
portion OF milk through the windc
to her neighbor.
he "A pretty sort of house keepil
'O' this is !" thought the Farmer to iii
self, ss he FASTENED to his wi
u, apartment. and aroused her fro
rs slumber. "As sure a. my name
'Is Buck wart." he exclaimed in al d
. cry tone. there must DO AN end
. these lazy habits. Every thing s :
,p.y urnn,, tnr fha >yart M ann b.,