Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-10-14
Soliloquy of a Boy.

Oh would were hoy again! q don't
see why in the world Father wants TO sing
that forlorn ditty so much for; and there's
grandpa says with sigh, my dear boy,
you'll never be as happy again as you are
now; and grandma looks doleful, and
chimes in with 'Ihe golden hours of child
hood! | wonder where the gold is II
got penny, sometimes when was a little
youngster, thought was well of, and al
ways felt very sorry after I'D spent it-thal
is, after the cakes were all gone, and then
somebody was always ready witli-'why. my
dear boy, you can't eat your cent and keep
it too Well, know that now, but there's
something don't know, and That is, where
all this great pleasure is in being n boy.
When | was five years old, and had just
begun TO enjoy something, l must be bun>
died off to school, aud sit OH high bench
and no cricket; had 10 say A ill everything
! looked upon, even my mothers face,
seemed one big A; and to crown the whole,
] was Ounce, for it took me three weeks
to get on TO B, and good deal longer learn
ing to c through the alphabet.
And when l was older, had the sa,sfac-
ton of being called "a great awkward boy.
even by mother, and when would try TO do
my very best, | was invariably laughed at.-
Ii in coming in the room happened to up
set halt dozen chairs, litter was raised,
and 'oh he's boy : considered sufficient
apology. If played with The baby, was
sure to make it cry and the nurse would
look all round to see if had pinched it !;
boys she said were always full of such tricks.
Wo be to the boy where there is house,
ful Of girls; why have known my sisters
10 play all sorts OF tricks, and John-that's
invariably got The blame. And then it
was, John, you are stronger than Mary, put
up this ciothes.line: John, you're great
boy and must learn to work, Just 90 down
cellar and split the wood John run up gar
rel and bring down squash or two John
run out to the wood house and get me some
klndlngs and on damp DAYS The giis in
variaby held jubilee, unu poor JON" was I"
slave.
The fact is, don't believe but what it
would do the girls good, it they learned 10
60 out in wet weather as well as the boys.
But they're always crying out, thin shoes,
and wet fee:,' and if ask them why they
don't wear thick shoes as do, they only
laugh at me and answer, that such clumsy
things are well enough for boys.
often tell them no wonder they get cold
with nothing but bit Of lace over their
shoulders, and a piece of ganze on their
arms. 1t seems so funny, too. to call boys
harder than girls. Why! if dressed So
thin sacks, thin slippers, bare arms and bare
neck, | shouldn't live month. Hardy
they're the hardest morlals alive, for they
do sland such treatment some way, though
they're mighty delicate and seem 10 he
proud of il in fact, think 4 good many OF
Them had rather have fashionable con.
sumption than vulgar, good constitution.
| wonder how long hoy is hoy =
There's my sister Louisa come home from
boarding school, finished. as they call it. at
sixteen, while I've got 10 study three years
longer to know Us much as she does-lhat
is, provided she's got her education and
I'm past eighteen. Louisa is going 10 be
married next week, and who pretends 10
call her girl? Nobody; fits Miss Louisa
Sands that young lady,' Of her. and IT'S my
dear boy by mother, and we must overlook
the freaks Of boy,' by father-and that's the
way they talk TO ME and Of meme, John
Sands, that's next to the head of the family
Sisters can do anything they please, even
to wearing false hair and every other false
fixing, and nobody says word but the mrs.
time put OH u dickey it was almost al
much as my life was worth 10 meet win ,he
family. l thought could bear il like he
no, but The 'oh's' and 'ah's" The pulling The
points up over my cheeks, the mock saiu'a
tions TO Mr.. Sands, the derlslVe iaughter