The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-08-07
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LOST BOT.

He had black eys with long lashes, red
cheeks, and hair almost black and almost
curly. 'He wore a crimson plad jacket,
with full lrowsers buuonsd on. Had a habit
of whislling and liked TO ask questions.
Was accompanied by small black dog.
1t is loug while since he disappeared I
have very plasant house and much COM
pany. My guests say, 'sAn, it IS pleasant
here Every thing has much Of an orderly,
pu, away look nothing abou: under loot, no
dirtW
But my eyes are aching for the sight of
whiitiings and cut papers upon the floor;
of tnmbled-down card houses or wooden
sheep, and cattle Of pop guns, bows and
arrows, whips, tops, go carts, blocks and
trumpels. | want 10. see boats a rigging,
aud kites making | want TO see crumblss
on the carpet, and paste split on The kitch-
en- table. ! want TO Zee the chairs and
tables turned the wrong way about want
to see candy-making, and corn popping;
! and to find jack knives and fish hooks
among my muslin yet these things nsed to
| fret ne once.
They say-"Ah you have leisure-noih-
| ing to disturb you what heaps of sewing
you have time for" But long to be asked
for BIT OF string or an old newspaper, for a
cent 10 buy slate pencil or peanuts. I
want 10 be coaxed for piece of new cloth
for jibs or mainsails: and then to him the
same; want 10 make little flags and bags
TO hold marbles ; | want TO be followed all
over the house; teased for bit of dough for
little cake, orto bake a pie in saucer Ye,
these things used 10 idget me at once.
They say-"Ah, you are not lied al home.
How delightful always 10 be at liberty to GO
to concerts, lectures ard parties, no confne-
ment for you. tz5ee.
But want confinement want 10 listen
for the school bell in Inc morning; 10 give
The last hasly wash and brush, and then TO
watch from The window nimbie feet bound.
ing TO school. want frequent rents to
mend, and replace lost buttons; want TO
obterate nnd stains, fruit stains, and paints
Of all coIors. want to be sitting by crib
OF evenings, when weary iitIe iest are a,
rest, ard praitling voices are hushed, thai
mothers may sing their lullabies and tell
over the oft-repealed stories. They don't
know their happiness then, those mothers.
didn't. All these things called con6ne-
ment ohce. -
A manly figure stands before me now
He is taller than !, has thick, black whis.
kers, and wears fEock coat, bosomed shirt
and cravat He has Just come from college.
He brings Latin and Greek in his counie-
nance, and bust OF the old philosophers for
the sitting room. He calls me mother, but
] am unwilling 10 own him.
He s,oulIy declares he is my boy, and
says he will prove it. He brings me q
small pair Of white trowse.s, with gay
stripes a: the side, and asks me if didn't
make Them for him when he joined the
boys militia. He says he is the very boy,
too, That made the bonfire rear the..barn, so
that we came very near having Ia FIRE ia
earnest. He brings his little boa, to show
the red stripes on The sail /; (it was the end
OF the piece, and the name on The stern,
Lucy Low, a little girl OF our neghborhood,
who, because OF her curls and pretty round
face, was the chosen favorile OF my little
boy. Her curls were long since cut Of, and
she has grown to be tall, handsome girl.
How the red comes TO his face when he
shows me the name on the boat. Oh. see
it all, as plain if it were written in q
book. My lille one is lost, and my big
one will soon be. Oh, if he were little
tired boy, in long white nighi-gown. ly.
ing in little crib, with me sitting by, hoI-
ding his hand in mine, pushing his curls
back from his forhead. watching his eyelids
droop. and listening TO his deep breathing.
If Only had my little boy again, how
paiien: would be! How much ! could
bear, and how little would fret and scold
| can never have him back again; but there
are still many mothers who haven't yet lost
their little boy. ! wonder i! they know they
are living in their best days; that now 10
the time 10 really enjoy their children! l
think if [ had been more TO my little boy,
might row be more 10 my growL up ONE
HaUerts Magazine.
r CosfLT apparel and splendid cabinets
, have no magnetic power to make scholars.
, In all circumstances, as a nan is, under
God, the master OF his own fortune, so he
is the maker Of his own mind. The Crea-
tor has so constituted the human intellect,
| that il can only grow by IFS own action il
most certainly and necessarily grows. Ev-
cry man must, therefore, in. an important
! sense, educate himself. His books and
, teachers are but helps the work is his. A
! man is not educated unless he has the abil-
iiy 10 summon in case OF emergency, all
his mental power is vigorous exercises TO
effect his PROPOSED object. Il is not the
man who has seen the most, who can do