The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1866-01-25

Tbs DEATH AND FUNERAL OF JAMES Chow
Across the water, in the pleasant little village
of Newtown, there has been in existence for some
time social Club, composed of merry party Of
fun-loving citizens of that hospitable place, who
style themselves The Crows
We have not the pleasure of membership, but
learn that they rendezvous at the fine Restaurant
OF Mr.. Bohlken, and on meeting nights have
most delightful time, and manage, with the aid
of that gentlemans cuisine, wine, and Havanas,
to while away, in pleasant converse and social
stps, the dull monotony of our winter nights.
Some months since, three gentlemen of this as
ISOLATION, bent on sport, started on hunt, and,
after weary days tramp, were returning home
with one tat wren,. two sparrows, and a jay bird,
when they were challenged from neighboring
tree with the familiar "WLo goes there?' Halt
ing instantly, and looking up, they discovered
the quaint sentinel, Jim Crow, on the topmost
limb Of an old decayed oak, and determined, if
possible, to secure him prisoner OF war.
Proceeding cautiously, one OF the party dive,ting
himself OF his shoes, climb the rugged trunk and
perceiving that the Object of his pursuit seemed
not at all alarmed by his approach, but on the
contrary, like Captain SCOTS coon, was disposed
to "come down." he waited parley. A ter an
exchange of glances and mutual recognition of
peaceful intentions, capitulalion was entered
into, and the feathered hero folding his sable
wings, stalked najestically down.
Unlike the history of many captiHes during the
late war, who were consigned to gloomy quarters
on shoT. allowance the sooty prisoner was taken
w IuC ASestduA dut VI INT. DOQlKen, Wler0 he was
treated with marked consi Grafton, and every
kindness shown him. By his remarkable sagacity
he became the observed of all observers, and was
fsted to his fill.
Months passed on, and he had forgotten his for
mer companions of the woods and fields, and af-
fording anu ement to all, he was loved and petted
by every one. But death cometh to all, man,
bird, or asst, and our feathered hero was not
spared visitation. AS might have been expected
from his wellspent life, his end was peace. He
died on Monday night.
The Club, friends even after death, had made
Tor him most elaborate coffin of ose-wood, sill
ver,headed screws, and silver plate, neatly COW
cred with black cloth, and procuring the attend
ance of the splendid brass band of the Goth New
York Regiment, they, in body, accompanied
ms remains, to the sad strains of the Dead
March In Saul" to their final resting place. A
most touching eulogy of the deceased, was deliy-
ered by one of the members of the cub, and his
ooay was consigned to grave in that dust which
ior Centuries had nurtured the patriarchal oak
from whose limb he had first been captured. In,
stead OF the usual cheerful tunes which are played
on return from burial, the club united in sing
ing the appropriate Hymn,
There were three crows sat on a tree,
ana they were as black as crows could be-
lSing.l
Inc friends were then invited to the club-room
20 Partake OF sumptuous repast, and many kind
wlsnes over flowing wine, were waited after Jas