Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-05-16
Now

Now, fields are being plowed. and
early potatoes planted, and windows are
left open in the middle of the day, and peo7
pie go out in slippers to watch the garden
er's progress, and coughs abound, and the
doctors are busy. Now, Chaucer is read,
and Millions LAllegro, and more poetry
than eyer,is sent to the magazines and
newspapers. Now, the fat, saucy robins
hop about over the newly turned up ground,
and the blue birds glance from tree to tree,
and the wild ducks glide in pretty process
sion on the river, and the crows squabble
in the woods, and, walking among the
cedars, you send the whirring crowds of
yellow wing tipped cedar birds flying be-
fore you at every step. Now, the bird fan
ciers thrive, and enthusiastic boys buy
pigeons-pouters and fan tails-and the
girls get canaries, and even mocking birds
find credulous purchasers who fondly be-
lieve they can sing Now, the hardware
shops take i'll their coal scuttles, and door
mats, and skates, and sleds. and put out re-
frigerators and bathing tubs, and ralSes, and
hoes. Now, strawberries grown in hot
houses, with the flavor of cold potatoes, APP
pear at the stylish restaurants, and are
bought by over rich people at twenty five
cents piece; and young women of a cred
ulOuS buIIl VI illIllt Uuy IOSC UuSlICS Ill Viz
city markets, full of buds, and believe they
will open, and the first ehad is cold for five
dollars and goes to the gridiron. Now, the
dear female sex comes out as one man in
little round hats with pigeon wings, and
their brothers jackets, and chignons like
orioles nests, and the tidiest, prettiest short
dresses, and the roses ofJ unein their cheeks,
and the violets of May in their eyes, and
the gold of the sun himself in their hair.
Now, Easter is coming, and the milliners
are going to open, and new bonnets are to
be bought, and organdies appear in the
windows, and the sun will dance with joy
at the beauty of the new fashions, and the
inventiyeness of the female mind will strike
everybody for the thousandth time. Now,
all the boys and girls are flying kites, ex-
cepting those who are playing marbles, and
Mr.. Van Tine is asked a hundred times a
dav, Chow much for them japanese
kites 2" as the kites grin like demons when
the poor little shavers with ten cents are
told that the kites are forty. Now, all the
boys are dying for fish hooks, and cord, and
sinkers, and bobbers, and the fish ar uneasy
in their minds, which they wouldn't be If
they knew any thing about boys. Now,
plains are formed, and the winter is abused
behind his back, and good peach crop is
anticipated, and the papers are fullofstories
of the profit people made last year off .
half acre ofstrawberries and grapes. Now,
rents are raised, and house hunters are
aghast, and painters are busy, or pertend
to be, and carpenters have no time for i'm
mediate calls, and servants in the city are
looking out for places in the country, and
bod carriers develop preternatural and
unsupported talent for gardening and the
care of horses. Now, spring has come, and
winter has gone, and the heart is renewed,
and life is quickened, and under the blue
sky nothing seems so fit for the day as love
making, and all young things, i from babies Is
the sick are sadder than yesterday, and the
SIGHT of little lame child makes the tears
rush to the eyes-and that death should be
here in the very bursting and fullness of
life,s is more than ever a dread and a
mystery. Tile Nation. so g g.