The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-10-22

y they wanted recreation they found it in the blue
skies, and sunshine, and flowers in the broad
meadows, and winding streams unl silent
woods, Gods own eternal play room for his
weary children; aud not in gaslght AMI polkas.
and flirting and %summ'ry. They knew the diff
terence between spinning-whecI and big bum.
blc-b bee, and they didn't 50 into Mysteries at the
sight of a COW
However, it is none of my business. If the
men ami boys OF the present day prefer French
noIl, or an animated crutchat hook to a whole
some, sound hearted, sensible woman they arr.
quite welcome to their choice If they like
their children TO be truineI by an Irish bog-trot-
ter, and their dinners cooked by a frog eating
fr'nchman, shall not Object wash mi hands
oil the matter--and abjure the sex from b,hy
30 grdndsire from this day forward! will
title "
But INST tell you all about nv lovers. if
only knew where to b,gn. There was little
willie I, my first boy lover at the village
school, How we used to hunt together for the
irst wild violets. and build bridges over the
brook and play hids.anI.srek amon1 the hay
cocks, aud walk hon, hand in hand in g the
gloamin, as Wllle's Scotch mother had tauglt
hlm 10 c1il 1t, drawing very near together as we
passed the strip Of wood.lnd-uot so much
from Tear OF the fairies and hobgublins with
which 1t was supposed to b. infested as b. cause
our mutual sense of protection and reliance was
so very pleasant. Dear Willie, he would have
| fought all roblignag for M, and W .uld have
suffered martyrdOm for him. Willie ALWAYS
brought ma the ripest peaches the rosiest ap-
pies, and sweetest mats, and Wille's sled was
always'at my service on the coasting ground
| was very proud of him--of his slight, agile
| form, OF his broad brow and hazel ewes and
curling hair--and of the treasure of his boyisb
love. But Willie died of scarlet fever, and nv
heart went into mourning for year and tlay
there S stray weed there yet, sacred to VIII.
Iie | tended the willow beside the little grave
and planted violets and daisies on it, and vii.
lies mother was my dearest friend-until she
| followed him
wonder if they are waiting for me in the
S:it Uci,el I1Iu som times hope so-for in the
sun nlSht watches, when the moon has gone
down,and the stars shine out with such a c6ast.
ened iustre, holcr think than at any other time,
s as II the moons superior glory had been sort
vi rehners lire to them--then all this wealth
oi childish love rolls back upon me like flood
land the years of WEAKNESS, and loneliness and
disappointment, are as il they had never been.
IL is tue, alter all, q those whom God has
Joiheu 'oSelher man cannot put asunder," even
though one Is in Paradise and the other on
eatth' must be better woman for Willie's
sake
Next came Frank Sonars the son of old
squire oomers, whose farm joined my grand-fath-
ers-as bonny farmer lady as one could wish
to see. am afraid he was what | should call
awkward, and shock headed nova. .days-but
never mind, there was more real manliness in
us us stout iorm, brown, open face, and merry
oiue eye, than in whole army of mustacbios
was perfect contrast to him--the last grand
chi'u' the pet OF the old p ople, and puny lit.
ie maiden, full of whims and cuprices-but
| believe lie only liked me the better for that
oh the sleigh rifles and "paring bees" and
quilting parties, where | was Franks chosen
partner, and where it only needed to see Frank
III the middle OF the ring to know who was "the
rose for that yonng mani" have mingled in
many more brilliant company since but never
III more happier one than those. But | was
sent away to boarding-school, and when
came back the old Squire was dead and Frank
" out west, SO there was an end of that ro-
nance.
untll The otherday,in railway cnrI CHANGED
TO SIT orposit family party. There was n
Tall, halr'looFlng farmer, pale worn woman
TWO or three noisy and rather shock headed BOYS
with strangely familiar look in their merry
itces and baby. The whole party was reeking
WIN watermelon juice, and ankle deep in a re
cent deposit OF nutsheIis, orange peel and ap
PIE pearings but there was an air of hearty en-.
Jnyment about them that contrasted very prrt
tlly with the idded biaSe look of their fellow !
passengels was studying them a littlc--as |
alWayS 40 my ieIghbors in atrhilway c1r-and |
making OUT ID little history for them when nm
jumped the farm'r--laying thereby the fonnla. |
ton TOR new stratum of watermelon rintls---
ana held out ms hand to me with an rInmistsk.
able air OF delighted recognition must hive
lou%@u very much puzzled for "A cloud of disnp-
pcntmtnt came over his honest face as h, drop-
ped his hand and said
'' | mus: be mistaken thought it was Mol
ly W.
IS And so it is answered " but who are
you =
Why don't you remembt. Frank Somcrs o.
10y this time the horny hand was Tras ing mine
with force that threatened to demO,ish itl--
VI course did remember Frank and of CT Trse !
must b ted across TO make friends with the WI "a
and babies, and in, tied to partle of the water .
melon (pah , and hear how it cam. ubout. He
bought big farm out in Michigan, and rnised
his crop OF boys uuon it,and brou ,ht them down
East to show them --and were they not noble
nn"s? Yes! they were noble ones--0nd Frank
was noble lrllow--anl was very glad TO have
mt hlm--hat d'd MT envy tie pale mother for
i'l that-.-an tn re was my new travelling dress :
ruined with Inc watermelon. Not the IelSs among
our causes lnr thankfhness arc the trials we are
'pared--' against our will. .....Is..
Next on the list comes Ned tn, sailor boy.who :
went on with the Expedition, and who
promised 10 come back C pmmpdor. TO claim I
ms Molly U; AMI Nid is lying alone lh're la /
ne TrOpIc seas with The Southern Cross nbDvc /
nm waiting; and whau Ned and shall meet !,
lgaln he'll b. something more thrn CommoJ /,
lore, for he "knew in whom he trusted" Next ,
'amt the Irish Doctor who won NV heart with n
MS blarnsy, and who sworr like trooper, an /,
frank something stronger than water alId whom 4
lrandhlher tarnsd Out of doors, thereby breah. d
ng my hhar--lor season. Aud ldSt--bnt | n
,ant TIL mat tale tonight fnr my heart is sad l.
a hn-pt tNsT n1fn Ill &, :. =
he Old story of drserion and laithrssnrss that ?
las brn robhng The bloom from womsn's check \
but no; the strength of her heart thank God y :
or these six llouslnt years. Only, If you have :
IN oil mIid' among rour friends, dtar read
n, b. kin to her for charities sake, nnd
owe her iIle, for she is lerrbly alone. -Hlr-
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