The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1853-03-09
From the Boston Olive Branch.
Defence of Children.

) Mems Rights. Women's Rights throw
down the gauntlet for Children's Rights
les, little pets: Fanny Ferns about ''takin
notes and she'll "print 'em, too" if yor
dont get your dues. She has seen You seat.
ea oy pleaant window in a railroad car
with your bright eyes dancing with delight
at the prospect Of all the pretty things YOU
were going to see. forcibly elected by some
overgrown Napolean. who fancied your place
and thought in his wisdom that children had
no taste for anything but sugar candy
Fanny Fern knew better. She knew that
the pretty trees and flowers and blue sky.
gave your little soul thrill Of delight tho
you could not tell Why; and she knew that
great big mems soul was great deal smaller
than yours to sit there and read a stupid
political paper when such glowing land
scape was before him that he might have
Ieasted his eyes upon. And she longed to
wipe away the big tears that you didn't dare
20 let fall and she understood how little
gIrl or Toy, that didn't get ride EVERY
day IN the year. should not be able to swallow
tnat great big lump in the throat. as he or
sue sat Jammed down in dark crowded cor
ner oil the car, instead of sitting BY that
pleasant window.
1es' and Fanny has seen you sometimes,
' wnen you've been muffled up 20 the tin of your
little nose in woolen wrappers. in a close,
crowded church. nodding your little drowsy
heads, and keeping time to the sixth-kie aud
seyenth-Lie Of some pompous theologian,
wno'e preaching would have been high Dutch
10 you. bad you been wide awake
And she has seen you sitting like little au-
donations, in badly-ventilated school.rOom.
with your nervous little toes at Just such an
angle. for hours. under the tuition of Miss
Nancy Nipper. who didn't care rush light
whether your spine was as crooked as an S or
not. If tho Greaf Mogm Co1omittee. who
marched in once a month to make the
grand tour" voted her model school
marDt."
Yes and thar ainf ALL She has seen
you sent of to bed, just at the Sitching hour
Of candle-light, when some entertaining guest
was in the middle of a delightful story, that
you. poor miserable little pitcher" was
doomed never to hear the end Of! Yes. and
she has seen 1.-THE line and plummet" laid to
you so rigidly, that you we're driven to deceit
and evasions and then seen you punished
for the very sin your tormentors helped you
to commit. Aud she has seen Jour ears
boxed Just as hard for tearing a hole in
your best piunafore, or breaking a China |
cup. as for telling as big lie as Annias and
Sapphira did.
And when. by patient labor, You had
reared an ediiice Of tiny blocks (fairer in its
architectural proportions 70 your infantile /
eye rhan any palace in ancient Rome,) she |
has seen it ruthlessly kicked in shattered /
ruin by somebody in the house. whose dinner
ha Int digastel!
Never mind. I lcish I lCaS mother to
tbe l0h0Le If you Such glorious times as
we'd have Reading pretty books that had
no big t0ords iH EN- going to school where
you could sneeze without getting rap on the
head for not asking LeaUe first j. and going
to church on the quiet. blessed Sabbath,
where the minister, like the dear Saviour,
SOMETIMES remembered to take little chill
drcn in his arms. and bless them"
Then ifyou asked me question: wouldn't
pretend not TO hear; or lazily tell you
' didn't know" or turn you off with some
fabulous evasion. for your memory to chow
for cud, till you were old enough to see how
you had been fooled And I'd never wear
such a fashionable gown that you couldn't
climb on my lap whenever the nt took you
DR. refuse to kiss you for fear you'd rufils my
cuTls. or my collar. or my temper-nat a bit
,t il aud then you should pay me with your
merry laugh, and your little con6ding hand
slid ever trnsiugiy in mine.
On | tell you. my little pets. Fanny is
'ick OF din, anu strife. aud envy, and unchar-
tableness; aud Id rather. by ten thousand,
i've in little world full Of fresh. guileless
owing little children. than in this great mu-
scum full Of such dry dusty loithered
hearts. FANNY FERN.