Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1869-10-15
Family Government, No. ,.

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! Follow natures laws TO the very letter:
| Lat the simple food; drink the pure cold water
Then you will be well-or at least you ought to. 4"
| As the regular qualifications in Nos / and
2 have not been met, we will give another
week and in the mean tinae let fashionable
baby tell its own story.
| amt worry old to write, am only one.
/ don't have milk oEt of a bottle any more
They feed me on bread and milk. sweetened
and spiced 1 don't like the spice but Bridg-
ct says l must take it. Well, I suppose L
will get to like it by and by Bridget ties
my bib under my chin and feeds ne very
. fast. She dees not understand tlat / ought
10 have time TO swallow. hen l shut my
lips aud sputter she says: There. now, take
your supper like a good darlant. ] can't
swallow a whole bowl at time and cry
and she gives m shake. After that | have
the stomach ache. / think baby has rights
as well as women but how to get them l
| don't know. cry all | can, bat they only
give me drops to make lie SLEEP. then | feel
hot. sick aud stupid. Next day, one of my
rights is not 20 hav drops, but there they
come again.
The most uncomfortable thing that / ever
had was an India rubber bottle What are
mothers made for if a baby is not to have one.
What cruel man invented Nursing bottles l
hate him, whoever lie was. Isuppose have
a mother. A lady who says she is. comes
sometimes and tells other ladies that she is
not contented with Bridget. Neither am |,
for that matter, but yoa see that my mother
is not thinking Of my rights but hers. She
wants TO vote aad even sranting % do it takes
great deal of time. If she should ever do
it suppose it would take all her time. She
writes for newspapers too. When / want to
find out whether she is really my mother and
begin 10 talk as well as | can, she says
Z" Bridget you must take that darling ch ld
away. He disturbs me dreadfully." Bridget
is big and coarse, her big knobs of knuckels
hunt me. She ties strings too tight and joys
me too hsrd. Ny own mother Is soft aud
fair and her ska il like silk and like to
touch her. l am lsdy's baby aud one of
my rights is that a lady should handle and
dsndle me; but she don't do it, so l am put
off on Bridget. Ny mother don't ike to sit
at the table with Bridget, but she lets her
feed me. One day Bridget had big pewter
breast-pin with a yellow stone in it on her
collar and it kept scratching my head, but
nobody knew it. Ooe day she took me out
in my wagon and upset me and no one knew
that either. Sometimes she leaves me alone
in the room with CRATE fire. l always put
my FL gers into il, and they always burn.
Once my mother found it out and had
different Bridget. They are all alike, they
come from the intelligence Office, and are
rough and coars and smell at smoke, and
take care of me for money and not love. The
new one is sleepy and mods over and let's me
fall sometimes. One got tipsy and laid on me
Some day one will tumble down st airs with
her big feet and slip shod shoes and break my
reck dare say.
have right to father too. Mine is a
business man. He goes out early and some
times comes home TO dinner. and comes home
late at night. / should think he might he
very rice 10 know but am Not sequa nted
with him. He has nice black wbiskers, and
he laughs and says Halls old fellow |"
When we meet and try to tell him about
Bridget aud my feelings overcome me and
cry, be says" fake the little rascal away,
Biddy." One dreadful thing l do have: it's
family doctor. He says l am very fine
child, and does dreadful things to me. Once
he lanced my gums and once he vaccinated
me. After that had a Sore arm and Bridg-
cts blue merino hurt it. When I'm old
enough 10 speak L shall say what Bridget
says, and with her accent, and when l shall be
scolded. AS il it were my fault That's
the way with my bi other Tom.
There. l lie now. while Bridget talks to the
milk man. I'm hungry and damp and
xrelched, am tire of lying in the cradle,
and l shall hurt myself if / roll out
wonder il any l3abies have their rights
lady s baby ought to lie sometimes in a
lady's arms and be alked to by lady. but
here am haze cried till I am cold my
mother is at a political meeting my father
is on business and Bridget is somewhere, l
suppose, and who cares for what l want.
wonder where my rights are. nobody talks
about them. No matter, I'll yell till 1 get
them.
P.S. l have yelled and Bridget has given
me drops. When am a man l shall go in
for ladies rights. l am goi ng to sleep.
Custom and practice may countenance
guilt. but they cannot lessen it. Therefore,
consent 10 common custom. but not 10 COM
mon folly. hEFoExEa.
Council Proceed angs.
REGULAR MEErrNa.-Mayor Dill in the