Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-07-07
ANEwBaHvrxTuEHo HOUSE.


We know ali about it now-whst all those
drawers and chests were filed up with mini
sjure wardrobe for-why sister Mary had
such fashion Of hluehing and hiding her
pretty, tasteful work at the bottom OF the
bsske-.
Yes, we know all about il nov: the mystery
is explaine' we've got baby! real, blinking,
bona iie baby; the Intelligence Of which was
conveyed to me by round-eYed, wonder
stricken urchin, who was the baby until this
morning.
"Oh, such tiny bit Of squirmp' he ex-
claimed, ono bigger than doll, and il amt
got no eyes a all"
Fast as hurried home to welcome the little
stranger, Tommy was there before NE, and
with eyes bigger than ever, WAS standing at
nurses knee, evidently trying to solve The
question whether baby's fists were doubled up
20 hi. him 0unch or to snub his own nose he
wrong way Of the world.
A bran new habyl Do you know what it's
advent is into the heart and home OF a happy
family? The mo her laying upon that bed Of
suffering which reduces all women, from the
queen to the beggar, to the ssme common level
ef humanity; the mother that we approach so
Teverently, feeling that a human soul has BEEN
sent from heaven via ber maternal bosom, and
that from her hands be who sent it will re-
quire A strict account Of lis guardianship
while passing it's life through this orId Of
chance and change.
What a responsibility! I think we are sell
! dom conscious Of il, OF IL we were, we, who
/ know to its core every throb Of the great
4 woTlc's heart. Who'll have lived through its storm
/ and calm, who knew how unsubstsntial its
/ pleasures, how poignant its Voes-I say, could
/ we know the responsibility OF trsnsplaEting to
| its sunshine and its shade, one single blossom
| from the garden of God, we should pray to be
/ spared that trust we might so Intellectually
| fulfill
But then to see our new babY-our beautiful
mystery; to see everybody tiptoeing in-eveTy-
body but Tommy, who never having been ac-
| customed to walking on eggs, don't exactly
see why be should begin now-to see them all
so gleeful over baby, 90 ptiful over "mamms,
poor mammar' lying there so pale and wan
| to see them jokirg papa, and calling him ga
! terrible fellow" At which Ii tie Tommy is in
dignant, and thinks it wonln't be well for
| Mr.. GrHndy to call bin such hard name.
| What an interest we take in babies in general,
not that We think anything in that line could
hold a candle with ours; and what Jokes we
| tell about other peoples babies, until our
laughter warns the nurse; who warns US to be
more quiet or leave; to be sure, the laughter is
| generally confined to Tommy and l. for NAM
ma only smiles the tiniest ghost of smile;
| Tommy makes up for It, however, laughing so
loud and go long, without the Temotest idea
| where the laugh comes in, that only the in
dulEence OF rough and-tumbie somerset can
cool of bis merriment; at the exhibition of
which enormity the nurse gives him different
kind Of propeller, which sends him crying to
the kitchen. Mamma sass "poor Tommy, y
and papa Immediately starts for him.
IN few minutes be returns with Tommy
and a pair Of red eyes, very manfully assert
ing that papa's boy WASN'T going to have his
nose put out Of joint for al the babies in the
world Then mamma smiles on papa, and
papa, wheR be thinks | don't see him, smiles
on her, and takes her poor, bioodless hand and
presses it to his l'ps, and places II in his Be-
som, till poor me, Uho don't see him anyhow,
who wouldn't be hired to see him, and wto
has lived long enough in the world to knc
when to see and when net to see, choke up the
worst kind, make mp for my chamber, anc
have just magnificent cry with nothing ir
the world to cry for, only because everything
f. 50 affecting; the sick-roOm, in its quietud'
} the helpless little creature in i-s cradle, and
papa and mamma over their new born affec
ton. Oh tell you a man never is a man, til
| ? bit OF humanity, bone Of his bone. flesh Of
his flesh, lays helpless in bis arms. He never
2 knows himself, till the dear one has chosen
: out Of the world 70 walk with him the ilgrim
= age Of life, lies for the fir time .efore bin
? weak and pale, with this mOrsel of humanity
upon beT bosom. The promise they make to
= their own hearts that no wrong Of their doing
D shall ever give pang to that gentle spirit
that no psths Of pleasure shall be brigh
= enough to lure their feet from the portals o.
I home; that no word Of unkindne7s shall eve
, give pain to the mother Of their child Bu
alas! (there must be an end to everything il
this worldly, new babies get TO be old stories
{ fresh promises fade in the light Of fTesbe
, pleasures-snd men, being "incoDsis en-
2 sver,D would require a fresh baby every weel
or tao, to make them toe the mark OF all tht
promises they so inconsiderately Foske In
Q az it would De rather ineoDvenient for US E
Y / accommodate ourselves to such requirements
a we must take the viii for the deed, and Uak
s the most of their repentance for The past, an
J, good resolves for the future, while the motive
e for these resolutions last. Babies are gres
institution, though at least, ours isl-Ga
SpaBker.