Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-04-01
boy LOST.

We invite tie attention 6f every moth
er to the following beautiful Waif which
re find afoat in the newspaper sea, and
which we reproduce here that it may not
escape The attention of our lady readers:
"He has black eyes; with long lashes,
red cheeks, and hair almost black, and
curly He wore crimson plaid jacket,
with fell trousers buttoned on had a
habit of whisthng; and liked to ask ques-
tions was accompanied by small black
dog. 1t is long time since he disap-
peared. I have very pleasant home and
much company. Every thing has such an
orderly put away look nothing under
foot-no dirt. But my eyes are aching
for the sight of WRITINGS and cut paper
on the floor Of tumbled down card houses;
of wooden cattle and sheep; of pop-gans,
bows and arrows, whips, tops, go carts,
blocks and trumpery. e-
|, Il want to see boats a-rgging, and
kites making. [ want to see orumbles
on the carpets, and paste spillsd OH the
kitchen table, [ want to see the chairs
and tables turned the wrong way about
[ want to see candy making and corn
popping, and to find jack knives sahd fish
hooks among the muslins. Yet these
things used to fret me once: They say,
chow quiet you are here. All one may
here settle his brain and be at peace J"
Bet MY ears are aching for the patterirg
of little feet; for hearty shouC, shrill
v-histio, gay ira la Ia the crack of little
whips for the noise of drums, flies and.
tin trumpets Yet these things made me
nervous once
"They say, "Ah you have leisure !;
nothing to disturb you. What heaps of
sewing you have time for 2" But | long
! to be disturbed, / want to be coaxed for
a piece of new cloth for jibs or mainsails,
and then to hem the same. | want to
make little flags, and bags to hold mar
bes [ want to be followed by little feet
all over tie house, and teased tor bit OF
dough for little cake, or to bake a pie
in saucer Yet they say, "Ah you are
not tied at home How delightful to be
at liberty for concerts, l8ttures aid par
ties No confinement for you" But [
want Confinement. ] want to listen for
the school bell mornings, to give the last
hasty wash atu british, and then watch
from the Window nimble feet bounding
away to school [ want frequent rends
to mend, and to replace ylost buttons: |
want to oblierate mud stains, and paints
&c all colors; Want to be sitting by
little crib of evenings, when weary little
feet are at rest, and pratthng voices are
hUshBd, that niother may sing stories.
They don't know their happiness then,
those ,tothers [ didn't. All these
things [ called confinement once.
GA manly figure stands before me now.
II E is taller than [, has thick viii kers,
wears frock coat, a bosomed shirt and d
cravat. He has just come frJm college.
He brings Latin and Greek in his coun-
tenance, and dust from the old philoso
piers of the sitting room. He calls me
"mUther," but | ami unwilling to own
him. He AYERS that he is my boy, and
says that he cad prove it. He brings his
little boat to show the red stripes or the
sail Git was the end of piece,) and the
tiame on the stern-Lhcy Low, little
girl of our neighbCfs; who because Of her
long curls and pretty round face, was the
chosen faTorite of my boy The curls
were long since cut off and she has grown
up a tall handsome girl How his face
reddens as he shows me the name of the
boat Oh !! see it as plain as if it was
written in a book. My little boy is lost,
and my big boy. in long, white night
gown, lying in his crib, with me sitting
by holding his forehead, watching bis
eyelids droop, and listening to bis deep
breathing .-..
"If [ only had my title boy again, how
patient would be How much [ would
bear, and how little [ would scold /
can never have him back again, but there
are still many mothers who have nofIyet
lost their little boy. / wonder if they
know they are living their very best day
that now is the time to really enjoy their
children! I think if [ had been more to
my little boy [ might be more to my
grown-up son." .5eu