The weekly Anglo-African. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1859-1861, 1859-12-24
THE DELIGHTFUL PLEASURE o.
HAVING A BABY.

The following letter, which bears inter
nal evidence of being bO'aa Jile epistle,
was picked up in the streets of Utica not
] long ago.
BROTHER AND SISTER SrEBBINs: We
#have got living baby at our house, lit
I tile girl baby-that's so, How wish this
might find you in the same situation. But
our baby is none of your common babies.
! She laughs land cries. so pretty, you can
have now idea no handsome she is. 1t
\ is decided by the best of judges (her moth
! er and mel that she is the handsomest
; child that ever lived; and everybody says,
J. what pretty child, how much she looks
/ like her father;' children will resemble
their parents, you know. / wouldn't take
twenty dollars for her; no, sir, no tempta-
ltion. Perhaps you think | am fool.
Who cares-guess you'd be a fool if you
had such a baby. | wish your domestic
affairs would come to a crisis (cry Sis. \
7 on must excuse all mistakes, for | am SO
delighted and transported that / expect
; there is a right chance that | may go
CRAZY 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. | went
/ up stairs a dozen times or less after my hat
went and looked at the baby, and forgot
/ - eUeyy time Sold man some goods
r on tick" and charged him, "To one
baby, sixpence per pound But I'm
lcalmer now; think shall entirely recover.
Begin to think that baby aiu't such a
charming affair, after all It's quite a
might inStitatti0pa. 1t takes one Lalf of the
bed, and right in the middle, and | have to
sleep all around on the edges. Can't roll
over and kick as L used to, might wake up
the baby And if | just happen to roll ON
THE little thing in the night, then there al
fuss, for my wife would make great fuss
|if i should kill that baby. She sleeps
with one eye open.
I'll tell you bow / get along nights. The
other night l went to bed as usual, got in
to snooze, when my wife called, :" John Y
John there's a mouse in my handbook,
and it willruin my bonnet Well, rolled
loft the bed-rail and made break for theI
bandbOx. Mouse takes the hint and leaves
land | balance myself on the bed-rail again ]
leo to sleep, and dream of the old song that
says, Bless me, this is pleasant, riding onI
Ia rail- But soon | am Weakened by myI
wife, (watchful creature) calling, John 1
II guess that mouse is in the lower bureau
drawer, where all the baby's things are"
$50 up | got once more and made a plungeI
for the bureau, and mouse leaves as usual |
while /, like an old Quaker, wish for someI
profane person to d-n that mouse. Well /
Il get on the rail once more and dream of
sending an order to Chicago for mouse!
traps Well, | dream away awhile: till II
am once more awakened by the old fami-
liar call, Johnl John! the baby wantsE
tending to-" Well, sit up and hold thel
light while she---wel, no matter, you'll
know what | mean.
The next morning have to be careful
i'm using the towels, for all is not gold|
that glitters." But must keep still and
stand it all for the dear little baby, moth
er's little precious lamb. DIGHToN.
P. S.-Our baby's name is Fanny
Louisa.
n. B.-Don't forget he baby's name.