Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-06-08
SELECTED MISCELLANY.
from Tie Metropolitan for april.
THE APRIL FOOL.

BY ABOTT LEE.
The morr,g of the first OF npril, anne no
matter when, shone out with all the smiling sun
ines Of youthful coquetry. Ve:y beautiful is the
a. bright smile Of coming spring. In fact, we be-
eve that tho first Of every thing is ALWAYS the best
swocomeI it has the charm of novelty; Is the lovii-
, the dearest The first fash Of a beautiful face,
he first cash of song the first breath Of perfume, the
hi tint Of the flower, the first hour of the morning,
he first of friendship, and 0 yes very certainly the
t OF t of love the first thought the first feeling,
first emotion the first perception, brings us only
10 brightness, and tagging after comes that gloomy
ing tho shallow.
i The sunshine Of that April morning on that certain
mo Dominl shone brightly into a very little room.
uiy scanty furnished, belonging to a very little
alage, baing Of very little row, hanging Ike
bit of fringe on the skirts ofour great metropolis;
! nd in this room was very scanty supply of those
4 ngs which civilization has agreed to call the nee
sres oflilo for instance halfthe number of chairs,
he double number Of people who were TO sit upon
BEN; only table, and unfortunately what tho ia
held III The shape Of breakfast table viands bore
,a faint relative proportion to the mouths they
were TO fill. in fact it the very idea of a break
il rather Than breakfast itself being unlike pos
TO hams and eggs and pates, and chickens and
red salmon and marmalades, could possibly be,
al boastng only--no, we will not tell of what, the
Talls Of poverty can never be misunderstanding
ivory little indeed.
Now It very frequontly happens that the rich and
10 poor seem TO be playing at cross purposes; the
'h sit down 60 plonteous boards and cannot endure
zen the aroma, whilst the poor have appeites alto
iher so provokmgly good and nothing of the where
'thal; and thus it was that tho little group of chill
EN- that surrounded thatscanty brcnkfasttable eyed
rough bread loaf with very loving looks, and
"allowed portions of it as though it had been am
osia md whether or not tho gods would have con
iered the dry thick slices fit for Olympus, those
uldren would have been infinitely sorry to have
'idod them with Jove himself
Now whether or notmon pere satisfied with the
arc that hunger had so richly favored for his chill
.cn our history tclleth no2 Something, however
10 April clouds of sorrow and discomfort darkoned
yer his brow, and something like April show crs gn-
horcd H. his eye as he pushed away the untastcd
morseI, and probably 10 hide face that index
a1 disquieted soul, and walked to the little
.atco Of that Narrow chamber.
lie had not stood many moments before n little
and, on ono Of those fingers Of which was bound the
audaco of welded love, was pressed upon his shout
c- and, without seeing them he was conscious that
pair of rich swimming eyes were soliciting NEE
tng ith his own but being perfectly aware that
tears, refractory, unmnnly, bitter were gather
Iug in his own orbs Of vision, he turned them away
from their bright wooers, and would not even look
upon his lody-ove.
You sud dearest, said the kinde,t voice in the
w orld how dare you be sorrowful whilst am with
youl whilst you surrounded by these dear faces
% Helen, replied The father and the husband, sit
!. because you arc with me that nm sadl For my
sef | think could have borne all the pri"otio of
boil and poverty; but 10 see you wanting the very
seCcssarios o(hfo -
Now will preach TO YOU, said the wife with n
pile; 80 you who preach to others; TO you, Rever-
d Benjamin Blythe. Now tell me what is there
At want, saving and excepting 10 see you smile 2
4 elieye me- dread to sec a dismal face more than
4 ] was going to say-the plague; but you know II
. a sort of pnguc-spot, for 1t never shows It's dark
lain but il spreads | should not be surprised, if
III keep this dismal face, but that shnll catch it
/ ysalf at last, and then what will You dol'
What indeed, said the husband with bitter sigh.
y.
now that you are in your cage, and you must sing.
y on are my good ANGEL said the husband
Nay, uay, will not be battered out of my scrmo-
zng, sad The wife; YOU shall have il. So,Shall
borrow your surplice and give irregular firstly,
,ndy and thirdly, in true orthodox style, or will
81 have it eXtcmporaneously and non official
As You notln regular orders said the husband.
citing up miserable smile, not regularly ordained
rdaiGed only to be my blessing, think we may do
without the >urplice and the book.
wei, bo it So M morning gown shall he bish.
Ups Nestments and my cap his nitro. And now tell
me, if in the ballnce your blessings your SORROWS
save the heaviest weight 2
My blessings my blessings = said the husband
with fearful cmo.on you and my children. Could
! have prcaterr
i should think not said the wife. Such child
rcn!' and she Glanccd her eye towards them with a
face full of the most amiabe vanity in the word, the
vanity Ola mother. And such a wife she added,
with an arch sweet smile tnrucd upon her husband;
SIGH wife =