The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1863-08-19

The Baby.
As many Of the young married readers
Of the TINES have been favored with new
babies Of the most beautiful and interest.
ing pattern. we propose to crafty the bach
elor world BY giving an old picture Of fam.
liz responsibilities and cares in the delicate
line Of bringing up the initial member Of .
family:
That first baby was great institution
As soon as he came into this breathing
world" as the late W. Shakespeare has i,
lie took command in our house. Every.
thing was subservicnt to him. The baby
was the balance wheel that regulated every
thing. He regulated the temperature, he
regulated the food, he regulated the ser.
wants, he regulated me. For the first six
months of that precious existence, he had
me up. on an average, six times night.
"Mr. Blifkins," says my wife, "bring that
light here, do; the baby looks strangely; !
am so afraid it will have a fit!' Ofcourse,
. the lamp was brought, and, Of course, the
baby lay sucking his fist, like q little
white bear. as he was. "Mr. Blifkins,"
said my wife, II think feel draught Of
air; I wish you would get up, and see if
the window is not open little, because
baby might get sick" Nothing was the
matter witt. the window, Is knew very
we'll. Mr.. Blifkins," says my wife, just
was going to sleep sgain, that lamp, as
you have placed il, shines directly in
,baby's eyes-strange, that you have no
more consideration" arranged the
light, and went to bed again. Just as
was dropping to sleep again, "Mr. Blifkins,"
said my wife, did you think to buy that
arom, to-day for the baby?' my DEAR"
said L, twill you do me the injustice to be-
liev. that could overlook a matter SO es-
sentia! to the comfort Of that inestimable
child" She apologize very handsomely,
but made her anxiety the scapegoat.
forgave her, and, without saying word
more to her, addressed myself to sleep.
"Mr. Bifkins," said my wife, shaking me,
''vou must not snore SO; you will wake
the baby" 'Jest so-jest So" said I,
half asleep, thinking was Scion Shiagle.
"Mr. Blf kins," said my wife, twill you
get up, and hand me the warm Cruel from
the nurse lamp for the baby the dear
child if it was not for his mother, do
not know what he would do. How can
you sleep 50, Mr.. Blfkins!" II suspect,
my DEAR" said I, 'thst it is because l am
tired" sob, its very well for you men to
talk about being tired" said my wife; l do
not know what you would say, if you had
to toll and drudge like poor woman with
. baby"
tried to soothe her by telling her she
had no patience at all, and got up for the
posset Having aided in answering the
baby's requirements, ! stepped into bed
again, with the hope Of sleeping. "Mr.
Blifkins,' said she, in a louder key. said
nothing. "Oh, deari' said that cstimablc
woman, in great apparent anguish, show
can man, who has arrived at the honor
Of live baby Of his own, sleep, when he
don't know that the dear creature will live
till morn,ng?' remained silent, and, after
while deeming that Mrs. Blifkins had
gone to sleep, I stretched my limbs for re.
pose. How long slept don't know, but
! was awakened by furious jab in the fore.
head by some sharp instrument. started
up, and Mrs. Blifkins was sitting up in bed,
adjusting some portion Of the baby's dress.
She had, in a state of semi somr olence,
mistaken my head for the pillow which she
ion. protested against such treatment,
III SoucWuat IOuilu lcTIuS, POltiuS " GER
tain perforations in the forehead She told
me ] should willingly bear such trifing
things for the sake Of the baby. insisted
upon it, that didn't think my duty, as
parent to that young immortal, required
the surrender Of my forehead for a pincush-
ion. Thus one of many nights passed in
this way. The truth was, that baby was
what every mans first baby is, an autocra.
absolute and unlimited. Such was the
story of Blifkins, as he related il to US the
other day. 1t is a little exaggerated pic.
ture o. almost every mans experience.