Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-09-09

Why, the long and short of it is. she's a
poor pauper, aud she's crying at her good
luck. that's all, said the lady, with yexed
toss Of her head That's the way beneyo.
fence IS always rewarded nothing on earth
to do here but tend the baby, and amuse the
children. and run To the door aud wash the
dishes, aud dust the furniture, and tidy the
kitchen, aud go Of few errands; migrate
tul lule baggage
Jemmy's heart was as big as his farm.
(and that covered considerable ground }
glancing pniiully at the title weeper, he
SAID skiliully, That chlld's going to be
SICK, Mrs. Fetherbhe, and then what arc
you going to do with her besides, she's
too Young to be of much use to you. you'd
better let me take her 2
Wei, shouldn't wonder if you was
half right, SAID the frightened woman ;
sAe's been trouble enough already IN give
you quilcla!m.
Will YOU g with me, my little maid 2
sad Jenny, with bright, good natured
snle
If you please, said Allie, LAYING her
lltle hand couhdngly ~ his rough palm
81 np clnser, sad Jenny, as he put
one arm around her To- steady her fragile
hsure, as they rattled over the STONY pave
menir we shall soon be out Of tins smoky
ciy. Cnn>afn 1t ! always feel as # |
was poisoned every time come into town
and th,n well see what sweet ha, fields.
aud new mIlk and clover blossoms, aud
ktnd hearts will do for you--you poor hue
plucked chicken Where did YOU come
from when you came to live sith that old
J zebcI p
From my mothers grave, said Allie
Poor thng poor thing SAID Jenny
wipng away tear with his coat sleeve
Wen, never mind; | wish hadn't ash ed
loui lm always runnlug my head against
beam Do you like to feed chickens
hey : Did son ever milk a COW or ride ou
Top OF q hay Cart or 20 a-herrymG ID,
yon love bouncing red apples aud peaches
dis bi1 as YOU hstl 1t shall 90 hard If w.,
don't bive 40. What become uf yuni
halr, ch'Id aage Won had ,ugr head slasedl
Ms Fluerbee cut oa'
rhe odd saucut / wish I'd come ia
hale qWcker Was 1t your curls then
young uns was playing with Well, never
mud, SAID he, hacking admirugly at ia,
sweet lace before hun, you don't need en-
and they might get YOU 10 looking ID III,
glass uileuer than was good for YOU
Well, here we are, | declare and lher'
stands ny Old woman ia the doorway, shad
ug her eyes from the san. guess sh'
wonder, where | raised YOU
Lonk here, Brtsey do you see tbs
child The earth Is fresh on her mother
etave She has neither kith nor kIn. ~
brought her from that old skulliut of
Felherbee, aud here she Is if YOU lIk
her its we'll and good, aud # you don't
she stay here just the same; but know
you will SAID he, coaxingy, as lie passe
ms brawuy ARA around her c'pacious wais
aud NOW get her something that viii brin
the color to-her cheeks; aud mud you,
will have no white slaves on nay farm
How sweetly Alhe's lule tired limb
rested iu the fragrant layendered shee, !
tear fingered on her cheek, but us birth wa
not of SORROW Jenny pointed 1t out to hi
wile, as they stood looking al her before Il
urug 10 rest
Never forget il, Betsey, said he har
words ainI for the motherless. May Gu
forget me, if she ever hears one from ~
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