Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1873-06-21
For the Telegraph.
A FOwIing Piece.

Every one should have an object in life. /
have 6ltren Of thein,at which am continually
taking aim Will sticks, stones, potatoes, boot
jacks, or any other convenient or appropriate
article that happens to be at band some.
time poke, 'hem with a long fsb-poe, by way
ofv"riety. THESE objects are generally known
as Ligb, Brahma hens. Tue word Light"
| doesn't rcler "a their weight, rs any young
plant In the garden can testify. Their mot
! toes At present, serns 10 be-"Let us have
peas, and well iEht it out on these vines IL
ii takes all summer" | don't think they can
belong 10 the 'lissrhtt finds sermons In stones,
as my weiELtIe,f arguments of that kind are
without effect II was once my custom when
ever bad occasion to empty basin of water,
10 toss it Un to th. nearest hen But experience
has Taught NE that it is madness 10 attempt to
quench .tncir spilit Of invasion with water,
and folly ~ fly .lt.r them with "a towel for the
puipose oi aipins them out Of existence.
Truth crushed 10 earth, will rise again."
Josh Billings adds, "Iti'nt - with eggs" but
it, good deal 50 with hens. It's impossible
for them TO die, thCngb they sometimes think
thry are going to. / suppose conscience
MAKES towards Of them. 1t has not unirequent-
~ happened that some one has rushed in with
the news that there's h-n dying out under
the currant bushes! !' and truly, on investigaS
ton, she presents most ivrOrn appearance
her head GrOOping languidy ON one side, ol g
eye IOsed ana the other blinking despairingly
at you a. much 10 say, "Gve me three gra rs,
Of corn. Twill keep the iil:le life I1iave till
the coming Of The morn" We leave her 10
her fate, aud the next thing We hear her she
is dining on the lettuce he'd ...
We once had small CLEAN of hope. We
resolved the Light Brannlas should emigrate-
We took them darkly, at dead of night and
carried them to solitary barn in II lonely
pasture. By the Struggling mOonbeams misty
light, and our lantern dimly burning, we de-
posted them in their new abode and heavtd o
sigh OF relief. But the best laid plans OF
mice and men gang 1T agee." l think ours
must haYe gone that way, for the next morn
ing promptly, the old rooster put his head in
at the kitchen door with a mocking "How do
you all do :" aud we had u acknowledge our
selves vanCuished.
That lrooster is one Of the most hardened
wretches l know Of To the best Of MY belief
he has never had an opportunity of swallow
ing an alarm clock. But every morning at an
nseasonable hour he takes his stand beneath
my chamber window, and proceeds TO break
my sumbers. To break them, indeed He
files them all to pieces with his harsh, rasping.
crows. On one occasion, saw him sliding
down the banister 10 the stairs in the barn,
and flattered myself that he was cultivating
taste tor innocent amusements, but as he has
never repeated the performance, Isuppose that
it wasn't voluntary, but that, like any other
sinner, when started on the downward path he
found it impossible TO recover himself. 1t
hurt his dignity, however; / don't think he
has fairly recovered his sefrespect to this day.
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