The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1854-03-11

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There. Puss! said little Matty, you
may have my dinner if you want it,
I'm tired of bread and milk. I'm tired
OF this old brown house. Tin tired OF
this old barn with its red caves. I'm
tired ofthe garden, with its rows of lilacs,
its sun-fowers, and its beds OF catnip and
pcnny-royal. I'm tired of the old well,
with its pole balanced in the air. I'm
tired OF the meadow, where the cows feed,
and the hens are always picking up
grass-hoppers. l wish was gass-hop-
per! ! amt happy-I am tired OF this
brown stuff dress, and these thick leather
shoes, and sun-bonnet. There comes a
nice carriage-how smooth and shiny
the horses are; how bright the silver
mounted harness glitters; how smart the
coachman looks, in his white gloves.
How nice it must be to be rich, and ride
in q carriage oh there's little girl in
it, no older than l, and all alone, too -
u aicH It'll. girl with pretty rose-coi-
ored bonnet, and a silk dress, and cream.
colored kid gloves.
See-she has beautiful curling hair,
and when she puts her pretty face out OF
tho carriage window, and tells the coach
man to go here and 60 there, he minds
her just as if she were grown lady. -
Why did God make her rich and me poor !.
Why did he let her ride in a carriage,
and me go barefoots Why did he clothe
her like butterfly, and me like a cater
pillars
Matty, come here. Climb into my
lap--lay your head on my shou!der--so.
Now listen. You are well and strong,
Matty-yes. You can Jump and leap,
and climb fences, and run up trees like u
squirrel !-yes.
Well the little girl with the rose-col-
cred bonnet, whom you saw riding in the
carriage, is poor little cripple. You
saw the white gloved coachman, and the
silyer-mounted harness, and the soft, vel
vet cushions, but you don't see the tear
in their little owners soft, dark eyes, as
she spied you at the cottage door, rosy
aud light footed, free to ramble mid the
fields and flowers.
You don't know that her little heart
was aching for somebody to love her
You don't know that her mamma loved
diamonds, and silks and satins, better
than her own little girl. You didn't
know that when her iittle crippled limb
panied her, and her heart ached, and she
had mo nice place to cry" you didn't
know that through the long, weary day,
her mamma never took her gently on
her lap-or kissed her pale face--or read
her pretty books, to charm her pain a.
way--or told her of that happy home,
where none will say I'm sick. You
didn't know that she never went to her
little bed at night, to smooth her pillow,
or put aside her ringlets from the flushed
cheek, or kneel by the little bed, and ask
the dear AL Father to heal aud bless her
child. You didn't know that she danced
till the stars grew pale, while poor little
Mabel tossed restlessly from side to side,
longing for a cool draught for her parched
lips.
"You won't be naughty any more
that's darling. And now remember,
my dear little Mat,y, that money is not
happiness--lhat fine clothes and fine
carriages are not happiness; and that
even this bright, beautiful world, with its
flowers, and sunshine, is dark without a
loving heart to rest upon. Thank God
for kind parents and happy home
IT'S yo" who are rich, Masty; pray for
poor Mabel. FAssx FsRs.
WOMEN VS.. MEs.---In all countries
Women are civil, obliging, tender and
humane they are ever inclined to be
gay and cheerful, timorous and prudent,
and they do not hesitate like men, to
perform generous action, more liable
perhaps to err than men, but in general,
more dlsinterested. more virtuous, and
performing more good actions than men.