Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1860-03-29
Cutting Robbie's Hair.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.

entangteu III tnelr meShes, must make the
acquaintance of scissors at last. Grand
papa says so, and that it'll is not done
shortly the low plum boughs will make
another Absalom of Lobbic sometime
when the blue eyed is in hot pursuit.
There is no denying that the curls
need trimming; they are too many and too
thick and they make the little head droop
uneasily to one side, like half blown
moss rose bud under the weight of its
own moss and struggle sometimes into
the mouth aud eyes.
Yes they mist be cnt hut it seems
such pity! Little curls that we have
twined around our fingers when all wet
from the morning bath little curls that
We have played with while singing the
evening lullaby ali, only mothers know
how dear such curls are to mothers
hearts.
Here are the scissors. Robbie must
sit still now while his hair is being cut
Why sir, why do you smile and look at
me so beamingly with your blue eyes p
How do you know that am going to cut
off that saucy head of yours with these
great, sharp, cruel scissors ? Oh, holy
faith of childhood If we could only
trust our God, as implicitly as babes do
their mothers. Except ye become as
little children, ye shall not enter the
kingdom of Heaven"
Be very still now, while | comb out
these threads of shining floss, The
mother is the first barber to her boy no
other fingers can perform the sweet Office
so gently but when fifteen or twenty
years have flown, rougher hands will
comb and cut these locks, all bronzed by
suns and winds, and clustering above the
brow of manhood. The white aproned.
clean handed barber will then arrange
them in the latest style of trimming
pomading PERU no; my boy will
not be dandyl by these strong limbs
and the sturdy look of these eyes-no.
But to think the down of manhood will
gather on this cherry upper lip and on
chin and cheek, dimpled as though by
the touch Of the angels finger. To think,
that this round neck Of aIabaster will be
cloked up with mans necktie and these
lily bud feet will wear high heelcd boots.
and Faugh will not think of it.
| cannot realize that this fair baby of
Of mine-out these summers out of Para
disc, and still smiling in his sleep, re.
membering what the angels said there
shall ever be so metamor hosed.
And yet the boys babyhood is rapidly
feetiug, and the severing of these ring
lets see rs like cutting the golden thread
tnat links his infancy to his childhood
Oh, Robbie, | can call you baby" but
a little longer. You blue eyed eff you
are already rebelling at being treated as
ono, You had rather run now. after
your painted wagon and lie in your rose
curtained crib aud hear me sing Of the
baby whose cradle was in the tree top
and whose nurse was the wind. You
will not wear your corals because grand
pa says they are for babies not for MSN
you had rather hunt hens nests than play
bo,pecp and when hold out my arms to
you, as you turn your head On Que side
like half.tamed bird perch on ones
Hnger while your dancing ewes seem to
say, " You'll see, you'll see, I'll soon take
flight" Pretty soon you will not be.
lieve in the wolf that talked to Kidding
Hood and will even lose faith in Santa
Claus.
| cannot keep the bud in its sheath ;
cannot stay the little bark that slips SO
rapidly down the stream of life. Soon
the rill will be broadened into a river
aud the realm Of roses and sunny skies be
passed. And the gold of these rnglets
by time. and the roses perchance
drop from the pretty checks and sorrow
and SIN it may be cloud the clear blue
heaven of these Innocent eyes.
There | was crying. How grandpa
would laugh if he caught me, and say il
was because | wanted the curls to STAY
aud make a girl of his boy. See, there are
tears glistening in these sunny clusters of
hair, like dew among the golden bio Ssomed
essamine vines, and your eyes are look
ng at me with wide open, wonder, and
your red lip beginning to culver with
steady sympathy. Oh! Robbie. even il
The worst should come, and | should
have to lay this bright head with its locks
,f Hndlmned luStre under o coifiu.lid. |
and see the grass grow between my darl-
Ing and the bosom he once slept upon, |
should still thank God for having given
him. for having crowned my life with the
blessing of motherhood for it is such
little arms as these around our necks,
Robbie, that make US feclstrong to do
and to suffer it is drawing such little
heads as these close to our breasts, that
Keeps the hearts Of some Of. US mothers
rom breaking.
There that is grandpapa's step upon
he stalr-and the task is just completed
the little lamb is shorn. Look at this
bright heap of glistening silk such as
Persian looms never wove the rich fabric |
Here is golden fleece for you such as
lever the loves Of Medic sought. You
lid not know that such glittering
wealth grew on your little head-did |
iou, blue eyed baby?
No, you must not clutch it with those
iugers. Go-grandpa is
;aHing you-let him see little man but
cave me these-the first cnrls cut from
ny baby > head | will put them away, TO |
emind me in other days Of his sweet lost
infancy.
The Bird Of tho Telling Bell.