The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-03-03
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tlrc ward 'obe 6r-wly sister Mary had
such f.shion of blashin,, and hiding her
pretty IA ,tsful wo rk at the bottom of the
bask,t .a ...... ..s ..Hsea
Yes, we know all about it now; the mys.
terry is explained: we've got . baby A
real blinking, bnI .Jfls baby; intelligence
Of which wa' conveyed to me by round
eyed, wonder-st rickcn urchin, who was the
baby until this morning .t.-.E ..ft so1
-, such a very bit of squirr ~ he ex-
claimed, mo bigger than doll, and 1t amt
got no eycs at ALL" a.asy .s. ....e 81. .-.. sr
Fast as hurri oil homs to wclcom the
stranger, Tommy was there before Inc, aud,
with eyes bigger than ever, was standing at
the nurses knee, evidently trying to solv..
the question whether baby's fistswe doub-
led up to hit him punch, or to snub his
nose the wro ng way Of the world. Is. .. .as,.s
A bran new baby! DO you know
what its dvent is into the heart and home
of hap py family: The mother lying on
that bed Of suffering. which reduces all wo-
men, from the queen to the beggsr, to the
sane common level of humanity; the moth. b.
er tn at we approach SO reverently, feeling
thtt human soul has been sent from heav-
en-, via her maternal bosom, and that, from
h er hands, He who has Sc It it will require .
strict account of its guardianship, while pass
ing through this world of chance and change.
Whst responsibility! think we arc
seldom conscious of it, for, if we were, we,
who know, to its core, every throb of the
gr eat worlds heart, who have lived through
its storm and calm, who know how unsub.
stantial its pl easures, how poignant its woes
could we know the responsibility of trans
planting to its sunshine and its shade one
single blossom from the garden of God, we
should pray to b. spared that trust we might
so Intellectually fulfill. ~..... .-s
But then, to see our now baby--our bea,.
tiful mystery! To see everybody tip-toeing
in-everybody but Tou.:ny, who, never hav-
ing BEEN accustomed to walking on eggs,
don't exactly see why he should begin now
to see the m oil SO gleeful over baby, so
ptiful over ''m,mm,-poor mamm,," lying
there so pale and wsn-to see them joking
papa, and calling terrible fellow" at which
little Tommy is indignant, and thinks Il
wouldn't be we'll for Mrs. Grundy to call him
such hard name. Whist an interest wa
take in babies in general, not that we think
anythin G in that line can possibly hold can.
die to ours; and what jokes We tell about
other peoples babies, until our laughter
warns the nurse, who warns us to be moro
quiet, or leave. To be sure, the laughter is
confined to Tommy and |, for mamma only
smiles the tinisst ghost of smile; Tommy
makes up for it, however, laughing SO loud
and so long, without the remotest idea where
the rough and tumble somerset can cool off
his merriment; at the expiration of which
enormity, nurse gives him different kind
of a propeller, which senls him crying to the
kitchen. Mamma says, '.poar Tonmy!"
and papa Immediately starts for him,
In few minute, he returns with Tommy,
and pair of red eyes, very manfully assert
ing that papa's baby wasn't going to have
his nose put out of joint for all the babies in
the wolld. Then mamma smiles on papa.
and papa, when he thinks don't see him,
smiles on her, and takes her bloodless hand
and presses it in his bosom, till poor me.
who don't see him anyhow, xho wouldn't be
hired to see him, and who has lived long
enough in the world to know when to see,
an when not to see, choke up the worst
kind make up to my chamber, and haycjust
magnificent cry, with nothing in the world
to cry for, only because everything Is SO af-
fecting; the sick-room in its quietuie, the
helpless little thing ir its cradle, and papa
and mamma over their newborn Affection
Oh, tell you, a man never is a man, till
bit of humanity, bone of his bone and flesh
Of his flesh, lies helpless in his arms. lie
never knows himself, till the dear one he has
chosen out of the world, to walk with him
the pilgrimage of life, lies for the first time
before him, weak and pale, with morsel of
humanity upon her bosom. I.A
The promise they make to their own hearts
is-that no wrong of their d ling 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 unkindn,ss shall ever give pain
to the mother of their child. But alas there
must be an end to everything in this WORLDLY
new babies get to be old stories fresh prom
ises fade in the light Of freshor pleasures
and men. being inoonstant ever, would re-
quire fresh baby every week or two, to
make them toe the mark of all the promises
they inconsiderately make; aud as it would
be rather inconvenient for us to accommodate
ourselves 10 such requirements, we must take
the will for the deed, and make the most Of
their repentance for the past, and good re-
solves for the future, while the motive for
these resolutions lasts. Babies are a great
institution, though; at least our is.
A SINPLE RExEDY.-It is said that rosted
onion bound upon the wrist, on the pulSs.
will stop the most inveteratc toothachc in .