The new era., 1860-03-15
ONE DOLLAR A YEAR.

'n'o oai NS" DiciondFy. now j
don't care fig to read letter made up
of big words that don't, make sense. !.
And wonder what makes editurs print
EN-. 1t must be cause they Mt like
to waste SO much ink and paper. Or is il
cause they cant get better ! Well,
they'll have excuse no longer, for I'm
lin the field. don't mind bedimmin' ms
old eyes, and trim my stiff fingers,
for the sake of the good | ma, do. Il
shant 'ansaek my bLain, as most of y you
writer's do, for my thoughts and idees
come heap faster than can write 'em
down and as to my loss Of time, pray
don't think of that a moment-for I've
got the children well rigged (dlere :
seven of 'em with winter socks, and got
the boys knees all patched, and the
gals gowns made bigger, and the tucks
''cc: down so they'll do any how month
or SO (tho' they are .-ttaven', strommin'
things. and tear everything to pieces =: :.
no tlme)-so you see my time is my own
Tor little space, s ifyou will be so good
as not to think ! am putin myself out
any, it viii give me pleasure. Indeed
1t will crafty me amazingly to speak in
this silent language of the pen. This is
my preface. as the books say,
In the beginning I may as well say
that my health is pretty good, quite
good, consderin yes, may say very
good, excellent, when | remember how
scarce an article health is in these de-
generate days-and | hope you are en-
joyin' the same blessin'. | shan't write
any very long letters. I've a little
rheumatic, and it tires me to set and
if you know anything about rheumatic.
you know it ant a very happy feelin'.
And then, the pretty, frisky, Alrty miss
es, couldn't stop long enough from their
porkers and quartrils. and shotitches
to read from beginnin' to end. And |
must say, | don't want to write one word
for nothin'. ! desire every glove finger
ed, cigar-lipped, cane-supported fop to
study and digest what l say. Not to go
in at one ear and out at the other. Il
abhor sich heedlessness. But let it en-
ter into the g inner man." if indeed
there be any Of that aforementioned
portion of existence pertainin' and be-
longin' to the present race. Which is
doubtful. All outside show. I've no
patience to think of it. There |! Would
you believe it F? OFF have bobbed my
specs. I've such a habit Of shaking
my head. My indignation rises high.
Too high, says my darter- in-aw /; but
then what does she know : She's a |
woman of the modern race-no, LADY ri
must call her: women are an " obsolete
idea" | picked up that phrase in the
/" Tribune, as many others that comes
handy to my use. never heard Of sich
in my young days. But understand
q
'em from my own good sense Good
sense makes up for all the book iarnin
of the present day. Books-books-
the world is full of books, and what nom
sense have they not stuffed into empty
brains, and what wickedness have they
not brought into poor weak human ma
tur' The nat'ral heart is bad enough
any how and of its own accord will
run after evil woe then unto the book
makers and newspaper writer's, that so
pervart everything that their pen-pints
touch upon =! II Captain Doyle-may
his soul requiescat IN peaee-I asked our
minister what that was years and years
agone, and you see ! hav mt. forgot, for
my memory don't fail yet, the least mite
though I'm three score and ten-as ] |
was sayin' if Captain Doyle and | had
married now instead of fifty years ago,
why where should we be There's no
sich sprucin' young couple to be found
in all the parts, in these degenerate days.
Who knows but that he might be Presi-
dent Of these United States !; then |
should be wife (not mistress-O, the de-
generacyiof these times) Of the White
House House ! This idea quite elevates me
The lady Of the White House writing to
the little New Era Adieu,
-glagn. .sadt ,s.- Molly Doyle.
* The Donation party. given last
week to our venerable Pastor. Mr. HaHl