The Nevada journal., 1856-02-22
kIT T E N GOSSIP.
BY T. WEsTwooD.

81 w bSTWOOD.
Kitten, kitten, two months old
Woody snowbill, lying snug,
Curied up in the warmest fold
OF the warm hearth rug,
Turn your drowsy head this way.
What is life? Oh, Kitten, say
"Bifeh' said the Kitten, winking her eyes
And twiching her tail in droll surprise
Life ?-Oh, it's racing over the floor,
Out at tho window and in at the door;
Now on the chair back, now on the table
With balls of cotton and skeins of silk,
And crumbs of sugar and jugs of mix,
All so coy and comfortable.
Itspatting the little dogs ears, and lcapins
Round him and Ger while he's sleeping
Waking him up in a sore alright
Then off and away like fash of igb..
Life Oh, it's rolling over and over
On the summer green turf and budding clo7er
Chasing the shadows as fast as they run
Down the garden paths in the midday sun,
Prancing and gamboling, brave and bold,
Climbing the tree stems, scratching the mould,
That's Life l' said the Kitten two months old.
Kitten, Kitten come sit en- my knee.
And 1.-THE and listen, Kitten, TO me?
One by one, oh one by one,
The sly swift shadows sweep over the sun
Daylight dieth and-kittenhoods DONE
And Kitten oh the rain and windi
For cat-hood comsth, with careful mind,
And grave cat duties follow behind
Hank there's sound you Cannot hear;
FL whisper its meaning in your car:
MICE
(fhe Kitten stared with her great green ewes,
And twi.chcd her tail in queer surprise)
MICE
No mere tit bits, dainty and nice:
No more mischief and no more plav;
but watching by night and sleeping by day,
Prowling wherever the foe doth lurk-
Very short commons and very sharp work.
And Kitten, oh! the hail and the thunder
That's blackish cloud, but bIackers under,
Hark but you'll fall from my knee, fear,
When l whisper that awful word in your ear
R-R-R-RATsi
(The Kittens heart beat with great pit-pats,
But her whisker quiver'd, and from their sheath
Flashed out the sharp, white pearly teeth
R-R-R-RATs
The scorn Of dogs, but the terror of cats
The cruellest foes but the fercest fighters;
The sauciest thieves and the sharpest bighters.
But, Kitten, see you We a stoutish heart,
So, courage and play an honest part;
Use well your paws,
And strengthen your claws,
And sharp zen your teeth and stretch your jaws
Then woe to the tribes of pickcrs and stealers,
Nibblers, and gnawers and evil dealers
But now that you kuow LIES not precisely
The thing your fancy pictured so nicely,
on and away race over the floor,
Out Of the window and in at the door;
Roll on the turf and bask in the sun,
Ere night time cometh and kittenhood's done.
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Mrs. FARNHAM on OUR STATE Prison.
Mrs. Farnham has written letter to the Sa
Francisco Chronicle, in which she soundl
Derates the architect of our new State Prise,
He has, she says, proceeded in sublime indi
ference to what other States and men scare
-he world over to find the best means of &C
He has put door of solid iro
20 each cell. having small slip in it by whic
a little light and air may enter. The cells ar
lbout ten feet by SIX ard half feet, and b.
.ween eight and nine feet in the middle of til
arch. AT the sides they are about FIVE feet i
height Into this dark den are thrust fou
Individuals. Around and above them are Il.
stone walls and iron door. Only one at a tim
IAN suck in breath of pure air at the aper
ure, and see a glimpse of the outdoor world
W hen face is at the door, the others are i
larkness.' She says there are nearly on
hundred men confined in our State Priso
under conditions which, in many respects,
lamane and enlightened farmer would objet
% for his swine or his horned cattle' Th
,onvicts have no books to read not even
Bible. They have no chaplain, and no minis
er ever came to pray with them or preach t
hem of everlasting life. Mrs. Farnham ap
oeals "to the religious and humane portion 0
nc community, the women especially" 70
books for these degraded convicts. and ask
he divires of San Francisco to occasionall
pend Sabbath with them. We hope he
appeals will be needed.
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