Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1864-03-30

green Of sage; and the bees, jolly little
burglars, singing as they broke in upon
The blossoms and secured the property
about their persons, And from a neigh
boring bed arose the bright green Ghresds
Of tender onions; and fancy went half an
inch into the ground and saw their white
waxen faces feeding at the breast of No
thet Earth for future ducksl could
have wept A few steps further, and /
got among the small sulad. In enc bed
we're these words, in mustard and cress,
soWn in very fine Italian hand Vel
come, strangerP Well, l confess it,
have had many triumphs in nay time
bat l never felt SO highly hattsred as by
this green. pungent compliment, Wei
come, strangerr Yes, it is plain, pom
deredi that Miss Smith, expecting my
visiti had sown, or caused to be sown,
this aattering sentence. There is a del
ieacy in the attention, that I. must take
all to myself. Well, reflected, if I am
so much pleasad with the mustard, how
will it fare with me when I come to the
beef. Softened, was melting into my
own thoughts, when Miss Smith, turning
an angle Of a holly hedge, came sharp
upon ME. She had bunch of parsley
in her hand, and wore a snow white apron
high up succihctly drawn across the bo-
som. Meeting her in the garden, and
With The parsley in her hand, l gallantly
observed, from some poet,
'Piucking the aOwers-hsrself the fairest flower
Why, the fact is, dear sir, said Miss
Smith, blowing the dew in silver drops
from the parsley, the fact is, I am just
now little busy with some Of the girls.
The Veal stufing Glass is on, and there
is one girl, Miss Emma Pluck-whateyer
viii become of her in the world, I cant
tell can never get her to understand
the proper proportions Of parsley Now,
I hold siufing to be one Of the bases, If
ret hta basis, Of education
l bowed.
a woman ignorant Of suffng, said
Miss Smith, solenuly, is i'll calculated
to meet the trials Of life You can not
tell how the giddiuess Of that girl dis
tracts me. However, I have my mission
to perform, and stufEng is a part of it,
Nevertheless, Miss Pluck is my great
trouble. 1t has always been my pride to
turn my girls into the world with such
unmistakable marks about them, such
staring accomplishments, if I may be al
lowed the phrase, that those who know
my system can at once exclaim: That's
Smith Now, I do not wish to pre-
Judge any body; nevertheless, when
SOMETIMES lay my head upon my pillow,
and think Of Miss Pluck, own am in
clined to despair; l do not think she will
ever be Smith
essayed some words Of comfort, as in
manly duty bound and then, in my owl
adroit way, endeavOred to turn the con-
versation. Walking up to the writing
in mustard and cress, and taking Miss
Smith with me, I remarked, removing my
hat
This is fatter;ng, and announces your
expectation
'Sirr cried Miss Smith, as she drop
ped the parsley, Expectation!'
1 assure you that I feel the compli-
ment; you,knov I promised to come. and
herein read your graceful welcome
Aud again I bowed.
'Ohr cried Miss Smith, with rather a
long gasp, and [ thought-but it could
not be; no, impossible-With a slight
contemptuous glance. And then she
picked up the parsely, and 1 thought l
heard her mutter, as I saw one Of her
hands close very tightly: It's that Miss
Pluckp
You have delicious sweet herbs here,
I observed.
Yes; they are the girls beds, all OF
/ 'em. | teach 'em from first PRINCIPLES
You see young women sent into the world
who don't know lemon thyme from holly
hooks. Now, as my girls cultivate the
sweet herbs themselves, they know stuff.
fng, as 1 say, from first principles Again
with mushrOoms-yOu must go cut with
US some morning when we mushroom.
ize.' once knew a dear child killed
he would have come to charming land
ed propery-kilIed because his foolish
ignorant mother made ketchup from TOAD
stools. Ha! Had the mother been d
Smith, her babe would have been living
at this hour. But principles-frst prin
ciples es-there's nothing to be done with
out 'em. As Mr.. Wordsworth says:
The girl is mother TO TIE wifer
! 1t is my iuteutioh next year, to have tina
/, sentence planted in lavender
At this moment, a wild, giddy thing
with black eyes rolling with fun, and h,