Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1843-03-07

feels when be sets down by a cheerful tire a, has
own home. He hears the storm but hecds II not
he rs happy once more But have you done ,hs1
am afraid that you are but u butterfly, born
worm, to die an insect
All, don't half like tina, Taught was forced :.
you pretended to be pleased with that FOOLS wit
when you knew it was stolcnl oh. why such
deceit, gddy fluitoring worm OF the cabbage patch
You are sold, soul and body for a lue empty.
windy, useless adulalcn yes sold to that old snake
with The iish-hool on his ail-the same snake
that fooled your NANNY i'll Adams truck patch
and oh scissors how he will strip that finery and
raise dust for a mile around with that peek Of
bran. Say, 1owor-sucking butterfly, does your
mother know you're out2 II she does, she is un-
faithful 10 her trust, and ought not TO be trusted
again, any more than the man who stole hand
iul Of acorns from the blind sow; 90 home gossa.
mer, and tryto prepare yourself to be woman.
and then when you are abroad, any body will
know that your mother knows you're out
Now, you that was cut out fora man but was
go vllanously spoiled in making up, II attend 10
your case, For what end did you burst oper
the worlds door and rush in uncaled, like man
chased by mad bull, what good do you expect
to besow on your fcllow-man-some useful ia
vention, some heroic act, some great discovery, or
even one solitary remark2 No. those that look
for any thing useful or good from YOU will be
Just as badly fooled as the man who caught the
skunk and thought 1t was kitten; or the woman
when she made greens Of gunpowder tea You
know where the neatest, ughtest pants, with the
Slrongts straps can be got ON tick, but YOU don't
know where the next useful lecture is to be de-
livered you know the fashionable color Of a vest
but you never studied the gorgeous hucs Of a rain
bow unless it was to wish for u piece to make
crava Of you know how fool feels in full dress,
but you don't know how man feels when he
eats the bread earned honestly by the sweat ofhs
own brow you know how monkey looks, for
you see one every day, twenty times IN your land
lady's bookings lass, but you don't know how
man feels after doing good action, you don't 60
where that sight is to be seen Oh you wasp
wasted catfish mouthed babboonshouldcre
caliiper-legged, goose-eyod, sheep-hccd, bewhis-
kered drone in the worlds beehive! what are
you good for2 Nothing but to cheat your tailor,
neatly lisp, by note, line from some milk and
cider poet senimentally, eat oysters gravely.
smoke cigars lazily, make silly girls act the fool
shamefully say, does your mother know you're
out, poor useless toad2 am afraid you have no
mother nor never had.
You of are no more use in this world than a time
piece in Il beaver dam or n hair maiirass 10 boz
pen 1 gu I'M no larger space in the worlds eye
than the toe-nail of musquito would in a market
house, or stumptailed dog in all out doors: YOU
are as little thought of as the fellow who knocked
his grandmotheI's last tooth down her throat. and
as for your brains, ten thousand such could be
preserved in drink of brandy, and have as much
sea room as a tadpoe in Lake Superior and as
for ideas, you have but one and that is stamped
on your eaden skull in letters an inch deep, that
tailors and females were made to be guIlcd by
you, and that all may envy you your appearance.
Dnnr
Docs your mother know you're out1 II is lunch
time; so start, buy brandy toddy on tick from
some good naturcd landlord and eat lunch until
you are as tight as u drum, sneak 10 bed and think
OF nothing until you fall asleep to dream of apes,
pant straps and tailors bills, not to awake until
the dinner bells call you TO eat again,
How many harmless, shallow mortals of an
other order 60 scudding about on the surface of
the worlds great waters, without an arm, without
a motive guided only by chance, whim or i'm
pulse, like melon bug ira big eddy under sha-
dy willow, until they are swallowed up by The
greedy bass of death, and the first thing that they
know, they know nothing; when | see one of
these, | always think poor bug your mother don't
know you're out.
How many silly ones neglect their business
and get after some foolish pleasure and chase it,
aud keep chasing it, like boy after butterfly,
until they wear out the hat Of the constitution,
beating the ground in the vain hope of catching
the swift phantom, and finally fall INTO some hid.
den pit, covered with flowers, to rise no morel /
then think, poor fool, your mother don't know
you're out-nor you won't be out soon again
When see a young man step in the slif Of
dissipation and start down the stream Of pleasure
using the oars Of imprudcnce, while folly holds
the helm passing the shores Of propricty faster
than a streak of lightning can pass "A SICK COW.
and at last drawn over the falls Of total destruction
and dashed into as many atoms drop of water
from a four story roof then ask Of myself for
can't ask of him did his mother know be was out
When I see boy leaving the prison door after
long and dreary confinement with pale face and
wiihered hands, his step weak and toicring, and
skulklng along dodgng all he meets Ike gull
ty thing shedding his eyes from the usual glare
ofdayich,, Gu, l.om the society o. his fellow be.
ings for some trivial offence committed in the
lhoughilessness Of crfng boyhood (Whcn Il mild
treatment had been rcsoried TO and the crime burr
Cd IN silence and inducements held oul Tor him to
think well Of himself, perhaps that the boy might
have been saved from lreading the Shiny road Of
yillalnyj-I say when / sec this, | think Of the
grey haired mother at home II hoyc can be- a
home. the scalding tears Of misery chasing each
other of her high check bones, and her bony
hand shaking with age and sorrow for her only
hope-her son. while her boiled looking eye rest.
on nothing, say 10 myself poor suffering wo-
man. you don't know be is oul-yes be i out
out Of jail. out Of friends out Of money. ont Of