Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1853-08-20
Fern I,eaves.

Il Fern Leaves.
\ "LITTLE BENNY"-So the simple head
stone said Why did my eyes fila Inevel
saw the little creature. never looked into
his laughing eye, or heard his merry shout
or listened for his tripping tread; never
4 pillowed his little head, or bore his little
form, or smoothed his silky locks, or laved
his dimpled limbs, or fed his cherry lips with
dainty bits, or kissed his rosy cheek as he
lay sleeping ta,s.
i 4 did not see the eye grow dim; or his
hand drop powerless; or the dew of agony
gather on his pale forehead; stood not with
clasped hands and suspended breath, and
watched the look that comes but once, fit
over his scherub face. And yet, alittle
Benny my tears are falling; for, somewhere,
4 know there's an empty crib, vacant chair,
useless robes and toys q desolate hearth
stone, and weeping mothers
Little Benny
~ Nas all her full heart could utter: and
it was enough. It tells the whole story.
We take the following mirth- provoking
letter from the columns ofahe Boston .Olive
Branch
DON'T marry woman under twenty;
she has not come TO her wlckedness before
| them Black foods Mhgazine
Well! If | knew any bad words. I'm
awful 'fraid shouidsdse EN-! Just wish l
had hold of the perpetrator of that with a
pair of tongs I'd bottle him up in spirits
and keep him for terror to liars, as sure as
his name is Hit North. IL
Set thief to catch a thief! How come
you to know when that crisis in wonan's
life occurse Answer me that I'll tell you
what my opinion is and won't charge you a
\ Zee either! A woman comes to wickedness
Ewhen she comes to her husband land if
Esfe knew anything good before, it all goes
Ply the bord, then; it is no more use to her
afterwards than the fifth wheel to coach
Don't you know, you wicked calumniator
| that thunder don't sour milk more ef1ectu-
ally than matrimony does woman's temper9
| Come toiheirs wick edness, indeed. snow
fakes and SCOT! They'd not know the
meaning Of the word wicked if your sex
| were blotted out Of existence! We would
have perfect little heaven upon earth; a
| terrestrial Far adise-no runaway matches,
no case OF ---c---conscie no d.
| vorces, no deviltry of any kind. In fact,
millennium would be merely a nominal
jubilee, because it would have already
come. The world would be one universal
garden OF pretty, rosy, laughing women, no
masculine mlldew TO mar their beauty or
bow their sweet heads, the blessed year
round! E
Now, you'd better repent of your sins, Mr..
Whats-your name; for as sure as preaching.
you'll go where you have nothing to do but
think of 'em and you won't find any wo-
men there, either, for they all go TO the
other place! They do that. FANNY FERN.
SUNDAY MORNING AT THE D1BD1Nts-
"Jane" Suddenly exclaimed Mrs. Dibdin,)
"do you know it is nearly time for your
Sabbath-school TO commence? I hope you
have committed your hymns and command
ments TO memory. Put OH your little jet
bracelet, and your ruffled pantaletts. Now,
say the third commandment, while | fix
your curls; 1t does seem to me as if your
hair never curls half as well on Sundays as
on weekdays. Mind, you ask Lefty Brown
where her mother bought that cunning
little straw hat of hers; not in Sabbath-schooI,
OF course; but after It is oyer, as you walk
along to church. ~ q
Jane, what's the chief end of man p
Don't know! Well, it's the most astonishing
thing that Assembly's Catechism don't stay
into your head any better! 1t seems to go
in at one ear and out at the other. Now,
pay particular attention while | tell you
what the chief end Of man is. The chief end
of man is-is-well-I-w don't YOU hold
still you are always putting body out
You had better run up stairs and get your
book. Here, stop minute and let me tie
your sash straight. Pink is very becoming
to you, Jane you inherit your mothers blond
beauty. Come away from that glass; Jane,
this minute, don't you know it is wicked to
look in the glass on Sunday See if you
can say your "creedo that your Episcopal
teacher wants you to learn. Come: al be-
lieve"-lin less than one week your toes
will be through those drab CATERS, Jane.)
Goodness if there isn't the bell Why
didn't you get your lesson Saturday evening?
Oh recollect; you were at dancing-school.
Well-you needn't say anything about that,
to your teacher; because-because there's
" time to dance and time to go to meet
ing, and noac it is meeting time; so come
here, and let me roll that refractory ringles
over my fingers once more, and then do you
walk sotemnly along to church, as baptized
child should =
Here! stop bit. you may wear this
bracelet ofmine, you won't lose it. There
now you look most as pretty as your mother
did, when she was your age. Don't toss
your head so, Jane; people will call you yam;
and you know have always told yousthat
It makes very little difference how little
girl looks, if she is only little Christian.
There, good bye-repeat your Ca,echism
going along, and don't let the wind blow
your hair out of curln
\ II II II H. III
4 SUNDAY NOON AT THE D1BDIN's
Mr. Dibdin reading pile of business letters.
fresh from the st-office-Mrs Dibdin in
pearl-colored brocade and lace ruffles,
s devouring aBleak House,
Mrs Dibdin.--"J ane is it possible see
you, on the holy Sabbath-day, with Mother
Goose's Melodies? Put it away, this minute,
and gel your Bible There's the Pretty story
Of Joseph building the ark, and Noah in the
lions den, and Isaac killing his btother Cain,
and all that
ne.-a Well, but, mamma, you know
can't spell big words. Won't you read it
to me 90 ~ = Z
Mrs. Dibdin.-aI am busy reading, now,
my dear; go and ask your papa"
Jane" Please, papa, will You read to me
in my little Bible mamma is busyD
Mr.. Dibdin-s My dear, will You be kind
enouph tn mill that hell for lance n urserv.