The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1853-08-27
Correspondence of the Minnesotian.
Summer Mornings Thoughts and Incid,

"A SpAuAheA lnclOcntS.
NORFOLK. Aug. Sth, 1853
How brightly the sun shines on this cool. ra-
diant morning! Everything in nature sparklcs
and scintillatcs. still wet with last night show
ers. The streets are washed: white as snow
shine the bald-hcadcd bouiders two little clear
streams glide by on either SIDE over golden
sand
\ motley group of little ones, black and
white. are wading in the clear water: ivory and
jet glistcn alike, all on the best of terms Some
are sailing miniature steamships, others YES
sells and even shingles, cut in ship shape
Many are wrecked. l find those that carry
most sail are soonest deluged.
How like the same old saying are nv
thoughts at seeing these mimic boats! Life.
life. which has been written of SO frequently.
which we all pass through in doubtful maze.
striving in vain to comprehend its true pur-
poses and uses,-striving in vain to reach the
unattainahle incomprchcnsblc
delicate little boy. in snowy slip, tied
with blue ribbons, the pet OF some household
a mothers darling. who has stolen away un-
biddcn,-claps his hands and laughs merrily at
every plunge of the miniature craft What is
life TO him: The act of bcina-a butterfly ex-
istcncc--swccts and sunshinc--a gardcn--a pa
radsc.
The little crowd is att acted by some new
Object Tickle as the French, they run, shout.
some even throw stones at some strange object
low upon the ground. 1t nears--it is cripple.
with one foot drawn under him. he walks on
his hands and one foot: one hand is cncased in
lcathcrn glove o protect it from The sharp
stones and pebbles. the other grasps stick two
feet III length. This man is three feet high.
zen creeping thus. but were he straight would
measure fully six. He has been thus dcformcd
since his birth. He turns to the window pale
attenuated countcnancc. mOurnful and despair
ing there are no hopes and fears expressed
thereln--no ambition, enthusiasm, or joy. God
help him! What is life to him.
flock Of geese have now stationed them
selves on the sidewalk. Two little girls in
pink dresses and white sun-bonncts come trip
ping by-one is studying her lesson as she
walks. poor child, of the same age in a
dingy dress and faded bonnet, with large
bundle under her ARM meets them the young
cr child stops to chat with her the elder takes
her eyes from her book. saying, gravely
Were not to play with You, your mother scws
for a living" They sweep on, their little heads
tossing proudly, in imitation of maturer beings
whom God has made in his own image!''
The poor sufferer stands mutcly, gazing after
them a bright flush flashes on the pale check
her lips trcmble, she looks at the dctcstcd
bundle in her arms and moves on; the geese
are disturbed, they stretch out their long necks
and hiss discordantly. She hangs her head
Even the geese know she works for living
How dare she be poor and work for living.
Why don't she wear silk dresses and CAV rib
bons: Why isn't her face round and smiling
Why is the patient seal of poverty and toll i'm
pressed upon her youthful brow! Don't play
with her. her mother is scmpstrcss'' What
though her manners are rcfined--hcr mind ra-
diant with ntcllect,--'.she sems for a Hringr.
The hands may be white and beautiful. but the
marks OF ignominy are upon thcm,--thosc iron
bars to aristocracy, honest toll and industry.
She has but two cotton gowns, let them cover
ever SO true and womanly heart, it is nothing
in the worldly balance
ON. mother, mother you who gave that COM
mand. have You forgotten that one little line
III the Book OF BOOKS" The last shall be
.frst?'
JEANNE DE4NC