Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1844-12-07
The Paternnl.
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Don't wonder we so often feel
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zone little hand within your hair,
The other in your cup;-
Don't wonder we so often feel
AS we could eat em up :"
Some went into fits and dem'd raptures,' as
Mantalini would have it, not long ago, in the
Knckerbocker, about baby, boy baby, a fit.
teen pound boy.baby, being born to hm Does
he know he is green-horn Does he know
that he yet knows nothing! A fifteen pound
is 'whopper,' to be sure, fine child and it
may have its fathers nose and all that but
we repeat it, he knows nothing, he has never
had tUins! twins-ye gods a pair Of 'em ma
ked, little, rosy, bawling busters In uestis GU
bieularis If he had he might talk.-If he'd
ever had Afterwards, twelve women hauling
him about and telling him he was the luckiest
man in the world, passing the s~addled ones a.
bout from hand to hand, with kissing ringing
like pistol shots the hee-e-e-e uee &c of the
cherubs, mamma, doing well, lylpg in laven.
DR. with frilled cap on, smiling like soul IN
bliss and insisting on having 'em both back, for
she knows they want her. II he'd never had
big he fists slapped on his shoulders, wicked
fingers punched into his ribs, his health drank
with 'hurrahs,' while merry voices have decla-
red that he ought to be ASHAMED of himself
going home, then, his heart dancing, his head
singing, feathers to his heels, making but two
steps from curb-stone to curb-stone, his latch-key
ready six miles off--insde sprlnging up stairs,
boots IN his hand, story at time we say, If
going home so, and opening the chamber door,
as fam to glide in through the key-hole, he had
ever been stopped by the nurses 'hush,' and,
directed by her finger to the bed, had contem-
tentnent, love, ecstacy-too big for speech too
tull not to run over; tears yes, grateful heart
swelling, ho7e'crowing. joyous tears Fast a.
sleep; all think of saying all = cqlm lovely
sleep; a rose of two buds; bosoms heavng, a
harmony OF CHS, Eollan whispers stirring with
melody every heaven-strung chord in the bosom
of the happlest dog alive I! Had he ever, too
excited to go to his lone bed IN the next room,
laid down in his trowsars, listened TO the little
nesllngs, the fussy kickings--the- We
again and again say it, he's a green horn, a
young 'un-he knows nothing Furthermore,
there is an ecstucy to come he has mt dreamt OF
"a ffteen.pound baby is well enough, It's
wheels and its pueys, lis pumps and its valves
It's engines aud reservoirs, It's beautiful machine.
Ty,' &c, all well enough but wait iii it speaks
wait till it says cow that's the phrenZy
wait until convinced by its blessed mothers in
cessant instructions at the window, that COW
n moody cou, is the most interesting object il
nature il dances in daddy's arms, points witt
its little fingers to pig in the gutter, and say
'cow.w a whole room full of admring neigh
bors ready 70 devour it-not the pig, but th
little dear so forward!
Hark band Of music--louder--a compan
Of soldiers in the next street ma and compan
rise up, go TO the windows, in rush the chlldre
drum and trumpc,--overy head out-comni
round the corner-'shadow before'-a swarm c
little boys with paper caps and clam shells
Hoor0y there's the aptan--Epauetles an
feather-walking Northumberland extende
---word of command-'Lett wheel at the sam
instant, heel in hole down goes captain
scream ofdelght-lne breaks, and cow.-cow
cries the blessed child, half crazy