A CLERGYMAN WHO FINDS SPORT IN HUNTING.
A FRIEND calls our attention to an article appearing in a Boston religious paper, and written by a Massachusetts Protestant clergyman, in which he describes to others the desirability of their going out hunting, which, of course, means the wounding and killing of the various harmless live creatures that live in the woods. Perhaps we can not better answer the article than by reprinting the following poem, which has already had a wide circulation in eastern and western newspapers:— [By A. B. S., Chadron, Nebraska.] A minister of Omaha, while out in central Nebraska holding fast Lenten services, was arrested for shooting twenty-one meadow-larks. He spent the night in jail, and was fined one hundred and ten dollars. He stole a summer song, dear,
This godly man of mark,
He made the spring day silent,
He killed a meadow-lark. The plowman in the morn, dear,
Will miss the dawn-tipped wings
That, soaring upward, taught him
To think of nobler things. And the children off to school, dear,
Across the fresh-turned sod,
Will seek in vain the songster
That kept them close to God. And all the summer long, dear,
Each day, when it is done,
We'll wonder who, to-morrow,
Will welcome up the sun. For he is dead and cold, dear,
Our little meadow-lark,
And he sang a song of love to—
That godly man of mark.