Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-11-15
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Soliloquy of a Boy.

tsOh! would were 4 boy ugan p' '.I don't
see why in the world father wants 10 sing that for
lorn ditty. SO much for and there's grandpa says
| py ugain as you are now p and grandma looks so
doleful, and chimes in, "with the golden hours Of
childhood wonder where the gold is i'll got
a penny sometimes, when was little youngster,i
l thought was well off, and always felt sorry
when I'd spent it-that is, when all the cakes were
gone, and than somebody was always ready with
I-"why, my dear boy, you can't eat YOUR cent and
keep it, oH' Well, know that now, but there's
something don know, and that is, where IS all
this great pleasure in being boy.
| When was five years old, and had just began to
enjoy something must be bundled off to school,.
and st on high bench and no cricket; had to say
| A till everything looked upon, even my mothers
face looked like one big A; and to crown the whole
was Ounce for it took me three weeks to get on
B, and good deal longer to G through the alpha-
bet. ,sy- .se-t,,. -. GAIT ,.. i5,l.I5 f5s!s
And when Twas older, had the satisfaction Of
being called great backward boy, even bymother,
and when Iwould try do my very best, Twas
invariably laughed at. lfin coming into the room
1 happened to upseta half dozen chairs, a litter
was raised, and "oh! he's boy!'' III playedwith
the baby was sure TO make it cry, and the nurses
would look to see ifI had pinched; boy she saysare
full of such tricks. ~ sl 5l ia f55= yI 5ni 81.
| Wo to the boy where there is a house-full of
girls; why have known my sister to play all sorts
| of tricks; and John-thats Invariably got the
blame. And then was "John you are stronger
than Mary put up this clothes line; John you are
great boy and must learn to work, just go down to
the cellar and split the wood John, run up garret
and bring down a squash or two; John, run out to
| the wood house and get some kin..lings;' and on
damp days the girls invariably had a jubilee and
poor ohm was slave. .s.t .......-.
The fact is don't believe but what it would do
the girls good if they learned to go out in the wet
weather as the boys. But they're always crying
out "thin Shoes and "wet feet,' and when ask
them why they don't wear thick shoes as do, they
only laugh atme and answer that such clumsy
rl, fnrh rhNN.cF
| / wonder how long boy is a boy. There's my
sister, Louisa, come home from boarding school,
.'fnshed;" as they call ii, at SIXTEEN while I've
got to study three years longerto know as much as
she loes-that is provided she's get her education
am past eighteen. Louisa is going to be married
next week-who preends to call her girl? No
body it's "Miss Louisa Sands, that young lady,
of her and it's Tiny dear boy' by mother, and eve
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 his family
| Sisters can do anything they please, even TO
wearing false hair and every other false tixlng and
on one says word; but the first time fut on die
key, as was almost as much as my life was worthto TO
meet the family. thought | could bear it like a
hero; but the 'toh's' and ssah's,' the pulling the
points over my cheeks. the mock salutations to Mr.
Sands, the derisive laughter was more than was
prepared for; and actually ran from the house
while all the girls shouted after me: "Good bye,
Mr.. Sands, take care OF that new dlckey.' 5i y
| brought home razor box the day was
eighteen, and for safe keeping hid It IN the gaEre.
between the rafters. Vain precauton! When l
got home, box, brushes, straps, powder and razor
were paraded upon the table, and a little scrap
| pinned to the wall, on which writen 81 ohnny,
dear, be careful; little boys should not play with
edge tools" and my sisters could sing that day:-"A
frog he would wooing go."' a5,.rl'.
Never was so angry in my life, but bore it
like philosopher; only il did try me, when OF
mornings fondly thought myself unobserved, to-
hear gggling outside of the door, and my little
sister lisp, instgated by older and more wicked
spirit: ssJohnny, here's pussy wants TO be shaved
And SO ii is i'll everything; it seems strange that
are twenty-one, should have TO submit to SO much
indignty up to the very borders It's curious and
ii puzzles me; it's fact in metaphysics that can't
account for, and don't suppose ever shall. its
a martydom, and you won't catch me, aler I'm n,
twenty-one, singing al would were boy again!'
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