Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-11-28

lie hau black eyes with long laShcS, rcu
checks and hair almost black and almost
curly. He wore crimson plaid jacket, with
full trowsers, buttoncd on. Had habit Of
whistling, and liked to ask questions. Was
accompanied by small dog. 1t is n long
while now since he disappeared. | have n
very pleasant house and much company.
My guests say, "Ah. it is pleasant here !!
Everything has an orderly put away look
nothing about under feet, no dirt y
But my eyes were aching for the sight of
whitlings and cut paper upon the floor; of
tumble-down card-houscs; of wooden sheep
and cattle; Of pop-guns, bows and arrows,
whips, tops, go-carts, blocks and trumpery
want to sec boats arigging and carts a.
making, crumbs on the carpet and paste
split upon the kitchen table. l want to see
the chairs and tables turned wrong way
about; want to see the candy making and
corn-p popping, and to find jack knives and
fish-hooks among my muslins; yet those
things used to fret me once.
They say" How quiet you are here =;
all one here may settle his brains and be at
peace" But my cars arc aching for the pat
tcring of little fect for n hearty shout, IL
shril whistle, u gay tra, la, Ia, for the crack
of little whips, for the noise Of drains and
flies and tin trumpeis; yet those things made
me nervous once.
They say-"Ah you have leisure-noih-
ing to disturb you; what heaps Of sewing
you must have time for" But | long to be
asked for bit of string or an old newspa-
per, for a cent to buy slate pencil or pea
nuts want to be coaxed for II piece OF
cloth for jibs or mainsails, and then TO hem
the same | want to be followed by little
feet all over the house; tcased for n bit Of
dough for little cake or to bake II pie in IL
saucer. Yet those things used to iidgct me
once.
They say-"Ah you are not tied ut home.
How delightful to be always ut liberty to go
to concerts, lectures, and parties; no CON
finement for YOU" But want confinement
want to listen for the school-bcll mornings,
| to give the last hasty wash and brush, and
then to watch, from the window, nimblc
| feet bonding to school. want frequent
rents to mend, and to replace lost buttons
want to obliberatc mud stains fruit stains
and paints of all colcrs. want to be sit
ting by little crib of evenings, when
weary feet are at rest, and prattling voices
are hushed, that mothers may sing their lul
labies, and tell over the olf-repeated stories
They don't know their happiness then
those mothers. didn't. All these things
l called confinement onco.
A manly figure stands before me now
He is taller than |, has thick black whis, ers
and wears frock coat, bosomed shirt, ant
cravat. He has just come from college, HI
brings Latin and Greek in his countc'ance
and busts of the old philosophers for the sit
tiag-room. He calls me mother, but | an
rather unwilling to own him.
He stoutly declares that he is my boy
says that he will prove it, lie brings me
small pair of trousers with gay stripes at tn
sides, and asks me if didn't make them 70
him vixen he Joined the boys militia? II
says he is the very boy, too, that made III
bonfire near the barn, so that we came yer
near having fire in earnest. He brings hi
little boat to show the red stripe on the sal
fit was the end of the piecel, and the nam
on the stern" Lucy Iowa little girl {
our neigbcrhood, who, because of her lon
curls and pretty round face, was the chose
fayorite of my little boy. Her curs wer
lnnp since ont off and she has grown uD