The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-02-27


basket, between the drivers legs. ]
have no objection to Mrs. Prodgit,
(aided and allotted by Mrs. Bigby,w who
! / never can forget is the parent of
Maria Jane,) taking entire possession
Of my unasSumng establishment. In
the recesses of my own heart, the
thought may linger that man in pos
session cannot be so dreadful as q wo-
man, and that woman Mrs. Prodgit;
but, l ought to bear a great deal, and
hope can, and do. Uniting and
snubbing, prey upon my feelings but,
can bear them without complaint.
They may tell in the long run; l may
be hustled about, from post to pillar;
beyond my strength: nevertheless.
wish to avoid giving rise to words IN
the family.
The voice of nature, however, cries.
aloud in behalf of Augustus George,
INV infant son. 1t is for him ! wish to
utter a few plaintive household words.
| am not at all angry am mid
but miserable.
7 wish to know why, whenmy child,
Augustus George, was expected III our
circle, provision Of pins was made,
as if the little stranger were crlm>
inal who was to be put to the torture
Immediately on his arrival, instead OF
4 holy babe? / wish to know why
haste was made to stick those pins all
over his innocent form i'll every dlrec-
tion wish to know why light and
air were excluded from Augustus
George, like poison? Why, [ ask, is
my unoffending infant so hedged into
basket bedstead, with dimity and
calico, with miniature sheets and blan
kets, that / can only hear him shuttle,
land no wonderD deep down under
the pink hood Of little bathing ma
chine, and can never peruse even SO
much of his lineaments as his nose.
Was I expected to be the father of
a French Roll, that the brushes of all
Nations were laid in, to rasp Augustus
George And to be told that his
sensitive skin was ever Intended byNa-
ture to have rashes brought out upon
it, by the premature and incessant use
of these formidable instruments?
Is my son Nutmeg, that he is to
be grated on the stiff edges Of sharp
frills And / the parent of a Muslin
boy, that his yielding surface is to be
crimped and small plated? Or is my
child composed of Paper or Linen,
that impressions of their finer getting,
up art, practlced by the laundress, are
10 be printed off, all over his soft arms
and lie gs, as / constantly observe them?
The starch enters his soul; who can
wonder that he cries?
Was Augustus George intended to
have limbs, or to be born Torso? |
prenume that limbs were the intention,
as they are the usual practice. Then
why are my poor child's limbs fettered
and tied up? And | to be told that
there is any analogy between Angus
tins George Meek and Jack Sheppard.
Analyse castor oil at any institution
of chemistry that may be agreed upon,
and inform me what resem blauce, IN
taste, it bears to that natural provision
which it is at once the pride and duty
of Maria Jane to administer TO Angus
tus George! Yet, charge Mrs Prod
git, (aided and abetted by Mrs. Bigby,)
with insanely and inconsistency ad-
ministering opium to aIlay the storm
she has raised What is the mean
ing of this?
If the days Of the Egyptian Mumies
are past, how dare Mrs. Prodgit require
for the use of my son, an amount Of
flannel and linen that would carpet my
humble roof? Do | wonder that she
requires it? No. This morning,
within an hour, beheid uhis agonizing
sight | beheld my son-Aagustus
Georoe-in Mrs. Prodgit's hand, and
Oh Mrs. Prodgit's knee, being dressed.
He was at the moment, comparatively
speaking, in state OF nature having
nothing on, but an extremely small
shirt, remarkably disproportionate to
the length Of his usual outer garments.
Trailing ilom Mrs. Prodgit's lap, on
the floor, was a long narrow roller or
-ishould say OF several yards
in extent. In this SAW Mrs. Prodgit
tightly roll the body OF my unoffend-
ing infant, turning him over and over,
now presenting his unconscious face
upwards, now the back OF his bald
head, until the unnatural feat was &C
complished, and the bandage secured
by a pin, which have every reason to
believe entered the body Of my only
child. In this tourniquet, he pas SEES
tho present phase OF his existence.
Can l know it, and smile
| fear have been betrayed into ex-
pressing myself warmly, but | feel
deeply. Not for myself; for Angus
tus George. ] dare not interfere.
Will any one? VIII any publication:
Any docter? Any parent? Any body?
l do not complain that Mrs. Prodgit,
(aided and abetted by Mrs. Bi4by,)
entirely alienates Maria Jape's affec-
tons from me, and interposes an i'm
passabIe barrier between us. | do
not complain Of being made Of no ac>
count. | do not want to be of any ac-
count. But Augustus George is pro-
duction of Nature, Il cannot think oth>
erwlse,) and | claim that he should be
treated with some remote reference to
Nature. In my opinion, Mrs. Prod
git is, from first to last, a convention
and a superstition. Are all the facul>
ty afraid of Mrs. Prodgit? Ii not,
why don't they take her in hand and
improve her?
P. S. Maria James Mama boasts OF
her knowledge Of the subject, a d saws