Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-03-02

POETRY Y.
From he Home Journal
OUR N r S f Y.
ny MRS. !. y. FOSTER.

A brown and a blue stripe, with roses be-
TWEEN
And our child's dimpled finger your notice
will call
To the neatly-framed pictures that hang on
the wall.
Come! peep in the closet,-where each in its
fold,
The whole of her bright w~inter-wardrobe be-
Here are thick shoes and leggins, Jack Frost
TO defy,
A hood for tUet weather, a plumed hat for dry,
A neckerchief 'broidered,-and braided with
care,
A trig little coat for our darling to wear:
Bring it out! see her eyes dance with Joy at
the sight!
And before Ills half on, she is wild with de-
light,
Like a bird to the sunshine and air she would
hy,
Her plump hand she kisses and waves a
goodbye"
On the mantel are vases, with flowers so gay,
And lamp-lighters stand in the trimmest ar
ray;
Beneath, like a handbook sprung up TO some
height,
Is a stove that economists term an air-tight,
If the air be kept out, our conclusion has
That the tcoOd, like ourselves, must be oft
taken in.
We've a cradle that many have used in its
day,
Though the time-honored custom is passing
away,
Where mamma in her babyhood rested and
slept,
The toys of her dear little daughter are kept.
Here's a doll made of rags with a cheek like
a rose,
Pray do not examine the shape of her nose
Our surgeons, this feature 10 form, have es-
sayed,
And their patients resemble this poor little
But if Biddy" were nOseless she still would
be dear,
Would be welcomed and kissed every day in
the year.
Then there's Lucy with head made of
porcelain ware,
So fresh-looking always, so clearly and fair;
When "baby" at eve to her chamber is
Or laughing and growing, she wakens at
morn,--
Or when sleeping, protected by love from all
harm
Still "Lucy" is clasped to her soft little
Here's a curly-haired poodle with hind feet
alone,
Nor is he the first puppy on ttco legs we've
known!
Here are books" Mother Goose and poor
little 'Jack Homer"
Since / was a child, he has been in the cor
ner,
His pie must be eaten ere this, without doubt,
Perhaps like " the Startling" he cannot '' get
QUIT"
Here's the bath that is daily prepared for our
daughter,
And sparkling and cold is the freshly-drawn
water;
One white dimpled foot seeks the brim half
afraid,
The other must follow its playmate to aid
She shrinks at the plunge, then with laugh
ter so wild
She frolics and plays with the glee of a child (;
Of dew-drops the have oft-times a
share,
And mirror and stove must baptismal robes
wear;
No Canary more joys his soft ~plumage tc
And to futter and float in the cool mimic
wave.
A year and a month have scarce passed sine
the night
When our dear one first opened her eyes t
the light,
Then a wee helpless thing,-now she love
to repeat
Thu words to the ear Of a parent so sweet;
And her dear little feet patter Ger and DER,
The length and the breadth of the carpete
floor:
And her welcome refreshes when weary W
come,
Enr har vnina and har launh ara the pnnoi
of home,
1t was not thus ever in this little room,
For once there was nothing but sorrow an
gloom:
The Angel of Death, who can enter cen her
Had stricken a child no less gentle and dear
The eye that at morning beamed loving an
bright,
Was evermore closed ere the coming of nigh
In this cradle she lay,-yes! in dreamle'
sleep there
An image Of all that was lovely and fair!
Through the easement came rushing the CO.
wintry air
On the form that in life had been shielded wi
care!
Old winter no longer could harm with h
breath,
Our darling benumbed by the finger of Deaf
Our little overland had been stolen away,
That had drank of our cup, in our bosom II
lay
Yet, Merciful Father! we did not repine,
Thou hadst taken our all but the blessi
was Thine;
Although there remained, when thy gift
depart,
Desolation of home, desclation of heart.
The sunshine was clouded in this little roo
Thenceforth we resigned it 10 darkness a
gloom;
None looked from the easement, none stepp
Ger the floor,
Untrodden the threshold-unopened the do
With eye turned away, we assembled
stair;
Yet through seeming Inconsistencies, III