The independent. (Harrisonburg, La.) 1853-18??, 1854-02-15
HARRISONBURG. LA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 15 1884,

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A lady one day observed her little boy Of
some six summers, who was playing in the
garden, showing signs of anger, she said moth
ing, but he soon came in, and approaching
her, said:
+" Ma, do the phrenologists say we have a
swearing bump in our heads 2"
His mother told him she did not know Of
any, when the little fellow remarked that his
head felt very queer, aud be came near swear
ing, and added:
Grandpa has got large bump on his
head, and he swears awfully some timesp
A little girl had beautiful head Of hair
which hung in clustering curls down her
neck. One hot summers day, she went up
stairs and cut all her curls off. Coming
down, she met her mother, who exclaimed
with eurprise:
Why, Mary! what have you been doing
to your hair 2"
Towhich she responded that she, had cut it
off and laid it away in her box, but that she
intended to put it on again tomorrow, as
Aunt Nancy did
The following suckumstance,' as Yellow
plush would say, occurred here few davs
since. We have many turkeys and chickens
about the premises. Several persons were
sitting in the bar-room talking about the
Turks and Russians fighting. A little boy,
living near by had been listening attentive!y.
lie ran home to his mother, exclaiming:
Ma! Ma! the Turkeys and Roosssrs
are fighting over to Mr.. Hyde's." j.
"What do you learn at school I" said to
my little boy, four years Of age.
:" R. aiding aad spelling, Papa, if you
please"
And wat do the other boys learn 2"
"Oh /! 'rithmetic, and geography, and
Helocipede."
" What! velocipede.!"
Yes, papa; but not about wooden horses,
but about other things" Il
Now, what do you suppose he meant i-
Philosophy
"Papa!" said the same little urehin TO me,
when he was but three years old and had just
begun to catch the phrases of older children
1t was the pensive hour Of thi!ight, and
dsawing near his bedtime Papa, will yoa
"Yes, my darling, # You wish it; but why
not let your mamma say your prayers for
you, as she does on other nights y
90, papa, don't want to say those prav-
ers "Our Father Now l lay me,' but
pray yourself; nskea prayer to God for me-"
So I put up, with all my heart, a serious
petition to his Heavenly Father for my son.
He listened attentively, and, as it seemed,
with seriousness; but, just as concluded, he
exclaimed, with eyes sparkling with mirth
"Good, papa! Good Now pray again
pray again! Go it {"
We remember an anecdote Of one Of the
sweetest and most simple-hearted of our little
friends. Sitting on foot-stool At her moth-
er's side, she had been recounting her lis& Of
brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, md
the ike. Now" said she, II have got all !
the relations but one: should like q fort
mother. haven't got any, have |, Mother r.
It was the sad fate of this sweet child, in
after years, to perish in that compound Of
calamity and infatua'ion, which the law de-
cides to- be no crine-the burning of the
Henry Clay. She passed from among us
radiant in youth and goodness, leaving four
little chill rem, one an infant. to prove the
tender mercies Of those that may come
after.
It often happens in Vermont, that the
very tops Of the Green Mountains are dotted
with little villages, afording very pleasant
relief from the sultry heats Of summer, and a
secure refuge from all dog-lay epidemics.--
But if in summer these mountains are pleas
ant, and not inaptly termed Green from
November till May they are blue enough, and
bleak enough. Here, storm sitter storm NC
bedded on older storms, until you
might fancy nature wrapped in her last wind
ing-sh IL, did not the pointed crests Of ever
green remain 70 tell that, though cold stiff ia
It's wintry shroud, the hsart Of the Green
Hills vet throbs beneath.
One peculiarity Of these SHOWS . their ex-
treme lightness; being hardened BY frost till
thew are - movable q the sun-dried sands Of
Libya. Here, then, the winds, bowling as1
only hilltop winds can howl, delight to hold
Wild dalliance with these silent. seas Of ever
shifting snow. Valleys are nnceremoneously
exalted, aud hills bronght low; fences are
covered, the roads turned out Of their courses;
~ again. your windows ARE darkened, or.
your doors bsrricsded by some huge drift |;
ttill a1oveJli.y sst' becomes term q Geaif-
caat impests md Il Al opsrasion only sxcasdsd
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