The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1853-02-11

IolIIoquY 81 q boz.

'Iwould were boy again. i don't see
why In ihe world isther vents TO sing thai
lohorD ditty so much, for and Ahere's grand
pa says with sigh, my dear boy you'll new.
er be as happy again as you IRE now; and
grandma looks doleiul, and chimes IN with
The golden hours oi childhood? 1 wonier
where the gold is! Ill got penny some
times when was a little youngsler, thought
/ was we'll off; and always felt very sorry at-
ter I'd spent it--ihat is, after the cakes were
all gone, and then some body was always
ready with--'why, my dear boy, you can't
eat your cent and keep il too Well know
that now, but there's something | don't know
and that is, where all this great pleasure is in
being a boy.
When was five years old, and had just
begun to enjoy something, l must be bun
died off TO school, and. sit on high bench,
and no cricket had to say A till everything
looked upon, even my mothers face seem
I'd one big A and to crown the whole, was
a Ounce, Tor it took me three weeks TO get o
70 B, and good deal longer learning 10 G,
through the alphabet.
Aud when was older, | had the satislac-
tion OF being called great awkward boy,
even By mother, and when | would try 10 do
my best, was invoriably laughed at. If in
coming into the room happened 10 upset
hall dozen chairs, litter wes raised, and
Oh, he's boy 7 considered sufficient apollo
Ky. If played with the baby, was sure
10 make it cry and the nurse would look all
round to see if had pinched it: boys she
said were always full OF such tricks.
Wo be to the boy where there is a house
full of girls; why have known my sisttrS to
play ali sorts OF tricks, and John that's l.
invariably got the blame. And then it was
John you are younger than Mary, put up
this clothes line, John you are great boy
and must learn to work; just 60 down the
cellar and split the wood; John run up to the
garret and bring down a squash or two; John
run out to the wood house and get some kind
lngs;' and on damp days the girls invariably
held jubilee; and poor John was slave.
The lact is don't believe but what il
would do the girls good, il they learned TO 60
out in wet weather as well as the boys. But
they're always crying out, thin shoes and
wet feet,' and if ! ask them why they don't
wear thick shoes, as do. they only laugh at
me. und answer that such clumsy things are
we'll enough for boys.
often lell them no wonder they get a
cold, with nothing but little piece OF lace
over their shoulders, and piece of gauze on
their arms. 1t seems so funny, too 10 cal
boys hardier than girls. Why if thought
so--thin sacks, thin slippers, bare arms and
bare necks. / shouldn't live month. Har.
dy-they're the hardest morlals alive, fol
they do stand such treatment some way
though they re mighty delicate and seem to
beproud OF ii; in fact, think good many
of them had rather have fashionable con
sumption than vulgar, good constitution.
wonder how long boy is a boy;-there'G
my sister Louisa come home from boarding
school finished, as they called it, at sixteen
while Eve got 10 study three years longer tc
know es much as she does--hat is, provided
she's got her education, and am past eigh
teen. Louisa is going 10 be married mex
wrpk-who pretends 10 call her girl? No
body. Its Miss Louisa Sands that youns
lady, of her, and its my dear boy" by moth
er, and we must overlook the freaks OF q
boy, by father-and that's the way they tall
20 me and of meme, John Sands, that.
next 10 the head Of the family.
Sisters can do anything they please, ever
TO wearing false hair and every other false
fixing, and no body says word; but the irsl
time put Oil dickey it was almost as much
rs my life was worth TO meet the family
thought could bear it like a hero, but thr
,oh's and ah's,' the pulling the points up ovel
my cheeks, The mock situations 10 Mr..
Sands, The derisive laughter, was more than
| was prepared for, and actually ran from
the house while all the girls shouted after me,
goodbye, Mr.. Sands, take care of that new
dickey.'
drought home nice razor-box the day
was eighteen, and for safe keeping bid it in
the garret between the rafters. Vain pre-
caution! When | got home, box. brushes,
straps, powder and razor,wer all paraded
upon the table, and little scrap OF paper
pinned TO the wall, on which was written,
Johnny, dear, be careful; little boys sho uld
not play with edge toos;' and all my sisters
could sing that day, was "a frog he would a
wooing 60
Never was Isc angry in my life, but bore
it like a philosopher, only it did try me,
when OF mornings fondy thought myself
unobserved, TO hear giggling outside the
door, and my little six year old sister lisp,
instigatrd by older and more wicked spirils,
Johnny, here's pussy wants to be shaved
And so it is in everything; il seems strange
that men who profess so much dignity after
they are twenty-one, should have 10 submit
to SO much indigniLy up 10 The very borders.
Its curious, and il puzzles me its fact 10
meaphy sizes that can't account for, and
don't suppose lever shall. It's martyGom,
and you won't catch me after I'm twenty
one, singing--l would ! were boy again.
NEEDLE TAKEN FROM THE BODY OF LADY.
Yesterday afternoon, a young and favorsbly
known physician of this city extracted a
button needle" from the abdomen of