Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-11-02
A NEW BABYIN THE uOUsE.

The following admirable sketch we COPY from
the American Mon. 1t is from the pen of the
Inion's contributor, Gay Spanker," and we
believe OGr readers VIII consider it superior to
anything ever written by Fanny Fern. Fanny
Ia To use hOmely phrase about played out,
and we do not see why - Gay Spanker who
appears to be every inch a wide-awake lady.
should not take her place in popular favor:
We know all about il now-what all those
drawers and chests were filed up with minia-
ture wardrobe fOr-why sister Mary had such a
fashion of blushing and hiding her pretty taste
ful work at the bottom Of the basket
les. we know all about ii now; the mystery
ia explained; we've got a baby, n real blinking
h2i1 tas baby; the intelligence of which was
conveyed to Inc by a round-eyed, wonder
stricken urehin, whs was the baby until this
morning
80. such a tiny bit Of squirm," he exclaimed.
no bigger than IOll, and it arn't got no eyes
at all,
Past as hurried home TO welcome the little
stranger, Tommy was there before me, and
with eyes bigger than ever, was standing at
nurse knee. evidently trying to solve the
question whether baby's fists were doubled up
to hit him punch OF to snub his own nose the
wrong way Of the world
A bran new baby. Do you know what it's
advent IL into the heart and home of a happy
family The mother laying upon that bed of
suffering which reduces all women, from the
Ot humanity; the mother that we approach so
reverently, feeling that a human soul has been
sent from Heaven via her maternal bosom. and
that from her hands lie who sent it will require
strict account of its guardianship while pass
ing its life through this world of chance and
change.
What responsibility, L think we are sell
dom conscious Of it, if we were. we, who
know to its core every thrOb Uf the great
world heart, who have lived thrOug gh its storm
and calm, who know how unsubstantial its
pleasures. how poignant its wOe5-I say. could
we know the responsibility of transplanting to
Its sunshine and its shade, one single blossom
from the garden Of God, we should pray to be
spared that trust we might so Intellectually
fulfil
But then 10 see our new baby-our beautiful
mystery to see everybody tip-tOeing in-eve-
TybOdy but Tommy, who never having been ac-
: e1stomed to walking eggs, don't exactly see
why he should begin now-to see them all so
gleeful over baby. 80 pitiful over = Mamma
poor mamma lying there so pale and wan-tO
see them joking Papa, and calling him a ter
rible fellow, at which little Tommy il indig-
nant, and thinks it wouldn't be we'll for Mrs
GruHdy TO call him such hard name What
an interest We take in babies ia general not
that we think anything in that line could hold
"a eaidle with ours; and what jokes we tell
about other people babies. until our lau ghter
warns the nurse who warns Us to be more quiet
or leave; to be sure, the laughter is generally
confined 20 Tommy and |, for mamma only
smiles the uniest ghost of a smile; Tommy
makes up for il. however, laughing so loud and
80 long, without the remOtcst idea where the
laugh comes in. that only the indulgence of a
rOug ugh-andtumblc somerset can cool off his
merriment, at the exhibition Of which enOrmity
nurse gives him different kind Of propeller
which sends him crying TO the kitchen. Nam
ma says poor Tommy and papa imme 1iate-
iy starts for him.
In few minutes he returns with Tommy
and pair Of red eyes, very manfully as
serting thst papa's boy wasn't going to
have his nose put out OF joint for all the
babies In the Grid Then mama smiles
On papa, and papa, when he thinks L don see
him, smiles on her, and takes her poor. blood
ieSs hand and presses il to his lips, and places
AZ IN his bosom. till poor me, who don I see him
anyhow, who would Mt be hired to see him. and
who has lived long enough in the world to
know when To see and when not to see. choke
mp the worst kind, make up for my chamber
and have just magnificent cry. with nothing
IN the world to cry for, only because everything
Is 50 affecting; the sick room. in its Quietude.
TIE helpless little creature in its cradle, and
papa and mama over their new born affection
On, tell you a man never ts man till bit
Of humanity, bone of his bone and flesh Of his
flesh lays helpless in his arms lie never
knows himself, till the dear one he has chosen
out o. the world to walk with him the pilgrim
age Of life, lies for the first time before him.
weak and pale. wi b this m ,rsel of humanity
npon her bosom. The promis, they make sO
their own hearts that nO wrong of their doing
shall ever give pang to that gentle spirit
that no path Of pleasure shall be bright enough
10 lure their feet from the portals Of home; that
no word Of unklndness shall ever give pain to
the mother of their child But alas (there
must be an end to everything in this world
new babies get to be old stories fresh promises
l.. Il 4 Il
being = inconsistent ever would require a
fresh baby every week or two, to make them
toe the mark of all the promises they SO ineon-
-iderateiy make and az ii would be rather in
convenient for ia 10 accommodate ourselves to
such requirements, we must take the will for
the deed, and make the most of their repent
ance for the past, and good resolves for the fu-
-ture, while the motives for these resolutions
Hast Babies are great Institution though at
least, ONTS is.
The LOSDCS POLICE SYSTEN.-On the first
Of M lat L.,