Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1853-11-26
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have horror of "best" things. com
they in the shape of shoes, garments, bon
nets or rooms. In such a harness nv sou
peers restlessly out, asking " If be T." In
puzzled to find myself | become stiff an
formal and artificial as my surroundings
But of all the best things, spare me tn
| infiction of "best ROOM" Out, upon
carpet too fine to tread upon, books too dain
: iy to handle, sofas that but mock your wear,
limbs, and curtains that dare not face raj
of sunlight!
| Had a house, there should be no " "bes
room 2" in it. No upholsterer should exor
else comfort or children from my door sill
The free fresh air should be welcome to pla,
through it; the bright glad sunshine Il
tighten and warm it while fresh mante
flowers should WOO Us visits from humming
bird and drowsy bee.
For pictures, I'D look from out nv win
dows. upon landscape painted by the Grea
Master. ever fresh, ever varied, and neve
marred by envious cross nights: now
wreathed in mornings silvery mist ; now
basking in Moons broad beam now, flushed
with sunsets golden glow; now, sleeping ir
dreamy moonlight.
For statuary, fill my house with children
rosy, dimpled, laughing children; now
tossing their sunny nglets from open brows
now, yelling their merry eyes in sumberou.
dreams: meath snow-white lids. now sweetly
grave, on bended knee, with clasped hands
and lisped words Of holy prayer
Did say I'd have nothing best!1 Par.
don me. Sunday should be the day of all
the seven; not ushered in with ascetic form
Or heightened face, or stiff and rigid man.
ners. Sweetly upon the still Sabbath air
should float the matin hymn of happy child
hood; blending with early soug of birds.
and waited upwards. with flowers incense,
| TO Him whose name is LOVE. 1t should be
no day for puzzling the halfdeveloped brain
| Of childhood with gloomy creeds, to shake
the simple faith that prompts the innocent
lips to say. Our Father" It should be no
day to sit upright on stif-backed chairs, till
the golden sun should set. No; the birds
should not be more welcome to warbIe. the
flowers to drink in the air and sunlight, or
| thees to toss their limbs, free and fetterless.
m so sorry that Tomorrow is Sundayn'
From whence does this lament issue From
lug christian parents; from the lips of your
child. whom you compel to listen to two or
three unlntelligible sermons, sandwiched be-
tween Sunday schools and finished off at
night-fall by tedious repetitions of ereeds
and catechIsms. till sleep releases your VIC
tim! No wonder vour child shudders, when
the minister tells him that Heaven is one
eternal Sabbath
Oh, mistaken parents. relax the over
strained bow-prevent the fearful rebound.
and make the Sabbath what God designed
it. not WEAKNESS, but the best" and hap
piest day of all the seven
RISING PRIcEs.-Everything is going up
except morals, in this City. Houses are
going up. Streets are going up. People
are poing up-up town. Rents are up. We
do not know that they can go higher. Every
thing ea'abe is constantly going up; the
price is going up, up up. Fionr is so high
at the grocer's that it refuses to rise in the
kitchen. A good many will be put to raise
bread if -four rises any higher. Coal is so
high that many people cannot get it to go
down the coal slide to the cellar. Notwith-
standing it is constantly falling through the
grate-it takes a great deal of money, seven
dollars. to raise tun. Firewood must have
grown on tall trees, or it never could stand
up at present prices. Butter is so high
two and six pence per pound-that it will
not go down poor folks throats The supply
comes from so far up country" there is
nothing low about it. except quality. Pota
toes have been getting up ever since they
were put into their beds. They took rise
when they were dug. and it has been hard
digging to make a raise TO reach them ever
since, Beet. though neither high fed, nor
high bred, is high priced enough to make
up for both. Sixteen cents a pound for
steak. warranted as tough as any white oak.
Our mutton all comes from mountain sheep
The price is above anything in the low lands.
The price of pork is enough to make the
buyer do what the pig did when he was
seized to be killed. Chickens are all of the
Shanghai breed. They are high enough.
Turkeys have grown quite of reach. Even
geese, short as their legs are, are able to rise
on wings above the vulgar herd. Ducks
have got up like flock out Of frog pond
We cannot raise quack. without dollar
Water, that used to run down hill to the level
Of common people. has now got way Of
getting up above their reach You have to
come down ten dollars to make it come up
from the Croton pipes. Dry goods used to
be low; selling of at cost" We never
hear of such things now Even brandy,
that used TO run down so easy. is up now
A shilling for drink. Everything we eat,
drink and wear is-Heigh-ho, how high!
~. r. T,ibuas.