Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-10-22
PHiLOAKLA.

Mag 13th / mover kept a journal have
lived such quiet, uneventful life that l should
have nothing to write save my own day dreams
and wild fancies; and why should / write them
1t is far pleasanter to let them float lazly thro
nv mind while sit and sew, dropping m,
work into my lap occasionally, that my thoughts
may run moi easily without the interruption
of my monotonous stitching, or to lie at nigh
| in delightful sleepy state, and have steal ove
me dreams--not those rest less longing dream.
which come to me in the bright sunlight of day
but quiet, pleasant tancies. ningling the quaint
ness of sleeping dreams with the more serious
| thinking of one awake.
To write down these would take away theil
charm, though it might be a relief when one
was sad or in trouble Of trouble know little
My father many would call poor man; but he
has enough TO support us comfortably, and we
| do what we can for ourselves. My mother
| dear mother-I cannot ever write her name
without stopping to kiss the words an inva-
| lid, and do not let her work at ALL Then there
are May and little Bob, besides myself. who an
the oldest of the children. l am nineteen years
old to-day, quite old, and for long time have
done almost all the sewing we need done.
cannot let mothers thin fingers sew and heI
pale face bend over work that can do withou,
the flush OH my cheek and aching head it gives
her And May, dear, beautiful May! how can
| / let her stitch her merrness away, and tire
May is seventeen, and SO beautiful. Her beauty
is one thing that l could always write about
l never saw any one so beautiful She has
such soft brown hair, shining in the sunlight
like gold, and it falls over her white neck and
shoulders in heavy curls; and her ewes, thew are
sometimes blue and so metmes black and when
they laugh, you laugh too, however sad your
heart may be, and. when they weep, in youi
merriest mood the tears come into your ewes
too, and You want to take her into your arms
and soothe her like little sorry child oh, |
love her so, beautiful May! and she loves me
dearly too, though she cannot be proud of me as
| am of her, for am plain and quiet bashfll
and some say odd. / don't know about that's
have not seen much OF the world, and canno,
Judge; but l know l am very different from
May, so. perhaps, | am odd. But | am nine
teen to day, and am going to begin writing
a kind Of journal. | don't know wby do 4
bu. it may amuse me through the summer wher
! am tired of sewing, as shall be many q time
| know, l shall have little to write, unless
fathers rich friend. who, he says, is coming to
visit US. makes our life here more eventfuI'
May 25th.-l have not written here in a week
for have been so busy-Bobs last summer
clothes had to be looked up and altered. for ht
has grown so much this year. and there was
my blue lawn TO alter for Nav tits almost
new, and she looks so sweetly in it. So have
had little time 10 myself, aud now father tell:
me that Mr.. Clifton, rich Mr. Clifton, will be
here tomorrow, and | must be very busy pre-
pairing to receive him. He did a great favor
for my father long ago, helped him when he
was IN trouble, and SO we always feel grateful
to him, though none of us, besides father have
ever seen him. He is very rich, and | am hall
afraid to have him come here to our poor home
but then he is quite old, and perhaps he won I
mind our plain ways. May is quite wild with
delight at the thought OF something new tt
break up the monotony OF our quiet life here
and she is now singing as merily as free for
est bird, and as sweetly, too, as she sits on the
door step. her lap full of spring flowers which
she is tying into nosegay for mother The
little blossoms nestle in her plump white hands
as if they loved 10 feel her tiny fingers clasr
them. Maybe they think they are vet in tht
woods where they grew, and that Nav:
voice is the birds music.
May 26,k How very tired am tonight
was up so early this morning, and at work. All
day have been running about, making III,
house tidy for MIR. Chitou's visit Nav trieC
to help me, and has danced about me ali dav
but don't think the dear child did much good
except in dressing the spare bedroom. wher,
MIR. Clifton is to sleep, with flowers, and indeed
she made that look sweetly. She loves tn,
flowers and they love her.
And when evening came was so tired AM
dull, but May seemed bright as ever. We sa
listening for the sound OF carriage wheels, ant
was almost asleep over my sewing. whil
May, in fathers lap, was talking merrliy, whel
there was tap at the door. Bob ran to opel
it, and gentleman came in, whom father put
ting May down from his lap, welcomed warml,
as dear Mr.. Clifton" Then We were ali IN
trodueed, and all had kind pressure of hi
hand could see surprised, admiring lool
in his eyes May held out her little hand, anC
looked slyly mp at him. knew il would be s.
! when he saw my beautiful darling in this poor
quiet place. He looked very kindly at me too
as took his hat and placed chair for him.
He is not so old-not more than forty, think