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Sporting--The Idiot Boy And The Blue Bird

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Day
23
Month
May
Year
1845
Copyright
Public Domain
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I re ollcct nn anecdote of a boy'e first exoxploit in shootinj; and it was also his lut-t. Tlie boy hod rested gnu on tlie felice, and, . after a delibérate aún, a poor üttle bluo bird iel' lifelecs at his íVct. lie picked it tip, nucí after a short rapible. he called at a emnll house, hard by the scène of his esploif, Tor a drink of water. As he come up to tlie door, lic fiuv an iTJdiot boy tied in a larcre chair in the enlry passnge. He nsked for water; bui ihe poor boy lifted his vacant nyr, and when it feil npon the little bird, hia face c.rliibifed thentmost ruge and grief. Poor mpofent! thó sportsman will never ford his looics.- "O!" crieil he, 'he has killed my Kitte bird.- l fed him myeelf. Here W the brean I ía vedi for him. Mother! mother! kill h:m! kill him? hecnuse he killed my little bird!" The woman gave him the water in silence, and 'ie lefl Ihe hout-e; the curses nnd robd at' he poor idiot growing Jouder ns he left Therc i& iiot a bird that hac not eome one orsomethmg to love it. lt filis somc niche in crealion. It is not a poütary thing,of no va)ue. God has brought in into life, und surely he who destroya it for sport, does it ithou re(leclion. There is sport enou#h that gives no pain. There is sport eoough without murdering the beautilul tiiings of life, and moist ening the Imnds in innocent biood. There ia pleosure in tho refinement of one's moral na ture; in the educalion of the finer sympathies dfhis heart, which lisposes maji, in his passapethrouth this world, to fusten upon all the cxhibitions of animal joy; to inike even die linie song of the merry bird to clieer his Iieart and elévate. hs ofTections to him who loveth all tfiings, bot!) great and sjmll, which he has made. Wiih a peculiar kind of pun, and with a peculiar kind of powder nnd shot, I too would love to be a sportsman. I sïiouid delight to traverse the flclds. saitnter throug'h the groves nnd c)imb tl:c hill top9 with my artiller}', binzing away al nl' the living1 created thinns t!;nt we could hit. My gun shonld give food and lienlih, joy and peace; delighied to nim nt some half starvfd nnimnl and fill him v i t h food nnd s'renglh; to point at some broken winged flulterer and heal its woundf, nnd set it floating ngain on the air. At every discharge of my ni'isket. there shonld be singing nnd gladnes?, twiUering and ch'irping of the merry birds; so that wherever I wended my way, joy and joyful things eliouli'. walk in com, :my with me, deüghted to foüow my footprints. This indeed would be rare sport! But killino1, mairriitlg, mangling; to be the en ciny of God's most benut ful creaturcs: to be the destróyer and a drmon to them- cali you

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