Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1903-02-11
Correspondents.


M0ft AUout hObIuSs
OGDEN, UTAH. February 1, 1908.
To the Editor Of The American:
For more years than care to own, the
familiar face OF THE ELLSWORTH AnfERI
CAN smiles in on me at my home every
Sunday night and never fails. Well, TO
night 1t mskes its weekly rounds, and
am reading It, and a little item catchet
my eye, and l stop the busy loom OF
thought to utter word OF protest agains'
said item, and hope thst the seed thers
sown will fall where not a sprout will
ever start.
The item referred to and complained OF
is BEADED: 'sNo Love for the Robin" 1t +
written by e. w. Wooster, a strHwberr,
raiser, and you have copied 1t from thu
Lewist on Journal. You say it voices all
In the business, and while that may bt
true in Maine, 1t is not true elsewhere
1t should not be true anywhere. I trust
that the legislature Of Maine Maine the
very name of which love as a boy love-
a girI-will maintain Its good reputa
tion by not repeating the law that pro
tects the robin.
Gather your robins together, and send
them out hire among the Mormons, AZ
we will feed and protect them. I hav
the honor to be member Of the Utah
legislature now In session, and say I
you that bill to outlaw the robi'
would not last RS long In the Utah legis.
lature as snow ball would last in hades
. Does the gentleman confess that tn.
straw berry, the queen Of all berries, is 8,
10th to grow in Maine that the spiendi
robin is begruged the few he eats to ketl
brother, and let some sunshine throut b
the clouds over your head by takib.
something for your liver.
Last summer lsold an orchard for a.
even p 600 per acre, and some OF tt
happiest moments Of my life have bee
spent there q half hours ride from m,
home, and just as the regal beams o.
Gods sun were gliding the distan
mountain heights. That is the time /,
enjoy perfect holiness, and feel that you
own the whole world.
| I have sat for more than an hour In my
buggy at that time, In he road that runs
by the hedges, with good cigar after =
hearty breakfast, my dog stretched out
on the soft grass as II he felt and knew
that he was part OF my little world, the
nervous, vibrant ears Of my noble hors
consciously puising the life he knew TIN I,
enjoyed-I say that have thus sat b.
the hour, enjoying the song Of the bird
uvo ha nj Of
day, while they we're stealing my cher
ries and other fruit. They we're onl.
taking their pay for the music the,
made for my pleasure, and when at last J
drove away felt that / was still the
debtor.
Mr.. Wooster says that the protect"
thrown around the robin has been dot
by the sentimentaist! What Of il? M
friend, it is sentiment that moves tb'
world. What is mothers love bu
sentiment? But that sentiment mad
her the last at the cross and the first
grave. What is the flag Of your countr, I.
1t is only a few yards of bunting tina
cost but few cents, and dotted with
few stripes Of paint and other character
hat cost less, but the sentiment thH'
hslos it has honeycombed the earth witt
graves and drenched it with patrio
blood. Sentiment, forsooth, sentiment
alone softeps the hard conditions Of life,
aud makes 1t worth the living.
Better import robins into your Stat
rather than drive them away, and ST.
to Utah for your straw berries, wb re
they grow so large that robin wou
choke on one.
But next summer, IL live, am goiu
to take my wife and journey down to til
dear old State where first saw the ligh,
and woe be to any one tho heaves a ston
or anything else at a songbird while
am a selfinvited guest within you
borders! Most truly yours,
A. 8. CONDOR.