The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1859-12-29
/" We've got a Baby"

The following letter which bears in
ternal evidence of being bona ,fde
epistle, was picked up in one of the
streets of Utica, New York, recently:
UT1cA, IN. " May -, 1859.
Brother and Sister Steppine.-
We've got live baby at our house, q
little girl baby-that's so. How wish
this might find you in the same situa-
ton. You know / always wished you
well. But our baby is not one Of your
common babies. She laughs land
cries) so pretty you can have no idea
how handsome she is. Ii is decided
by the best judges (her mother and
me) that she is the handsomest child
that ever lived and everybody says,
What pretty child-how much she
looks like her father" Children will
resemble their parents You know. l
wouldn't take twenty dollars for her;
no sir, no temptation. Perhaps you
think I'm fool. Who cares-guess
you'd be a fool if you had such baby;
l wish your domestic affairs would
come to crisis, (cry-sis). You must
excuse all mistakes, for I'm so delight
ed and transported that l expect
there's right smart chance that l may
go crazy.
Why you can't think how l acted the
day the little stranger came along.
Mrs. Broadman and | were attending
Physicians and what she didn't know l
didn't either Felt little scared,
looked for my hat two, three, several
times and wondered how far it was
to Texas. But after the excitement
was over, wasn't tickled some. If it
hadn't been for that white hat of mine
/ couldn't have told which end my
head was on. l went up stairs dozen
times or less after my hat-went and
looked at the baby and forgot 1t ecery
time. Sold man some goods on
+" tick" and charged him to One baby
six pence per pound"
But Pm calmer now: think / shall
entirely recover. Begin to think that
baby amt such cunning affair after
all. It's quite night institution. It
takes one half the bed right in the mid
die, and | have too sleep all round on
the edges. Can't roll over and kick
as used tonight wake up the baby.
And if / just happen to roll on the lit
tie thing in the night there's fuss,
for my wife would make great ado if
l should kill that baby. She sleeps
with one eye open.
I'll tell you about how / get along
nights. The other night as usual got,
into snooze, when my wife called
"Jonn! John there is mouse in my
bandit box and it will ruin my bonnet"
Well / rolls off the bed-rail and made
for the band-box. Mouse takes the hint
and leaves, and | balance myself on
the bed-rail again, 60 to sleep, dream
of the old song, which says, "Bless me
that is pleasant riding on a rail-" But
1 was soon awakened by my wife
(watchful creaturs) calling" John! I
guess that mouse is in the lower bureau
drawer where all the baby's things
are"
So up l got once more and makes a
plunge for the bureau and mouse leaves
as usual while l, like the Quaker wish
for some profane person to d|n that
mouse. Well got on the rail once
more and dreamed of sending an order
to Chicago for mouse traps. Well I
dream away awhile till l am once more
awakened by the old familiar call,
"John John the baby wants tend
ing to-" Well / sit up and hold the
light while She. Well no mat
ter you know what / mean.
The next morning | have to be care.
ful in using the towels as call is not
gold that glitters." But l must bear
it all for the dear little baby-mother's
precious lamb.
Good bye; yours as much as possi-
BILE. DIeHToN.
| p. S.-Our baby's name is Fanny
Louisa.
/ n. B.-Don't forget the baby's name.