Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-04-23
A Very Rich Young Man.

We call him Bobolink," and Pap
poose," and cold Blessed" and all sorts
of names-you know how they do call ba
bies. You great, six-year-old Harry would
not think him much of a fellow, | suppose
this small man of six months-but he
thinks he is, and SO does his mother, and
his father, and all the family.
He considers himself very rich, too, or,
as grown-up people say, "well-oft." He
has such white, round, little pegs fixed on
to his hands for him to play with. He
sticks them up and looks at them side way,
and edge-way, and every way, and they
never get lost like your playth1ngs-they
are always on hand. They are SO nice to
eat, too. First one fist goes into his mouth,
then the other, and then both fists. The
only trouble is he can't swallow them.
they are so big or so something. Too bad |!
ism it? But he don't get discouraged.
Why it was only yesterday he was trying
to swallow large blanket-shawl and all
his petticoats then he hunted his head
into big feather pillow, and opened his
mouth at that in way which must have
been very alarming to the pillow.
Sometimes he gets hold of those little
pink fellows down below. He thinks they
are the cunningest There is such drove
of them! He can't count them himself,
but believe there are as many as ten.
One of them "goes to market" and one
of them ''stays at home" and then there
is little mite of one that don't get any
bread and butter. How he does squeal |!
Dear dear You would think this young
man would cry to hear him, but he don't i;
the nipples of laughter come gurgling up
his little fat throat, until when at last the
poor piggy gives his very hardest squeal, he
almost explodes with glee. It's so pleas
ant to have jolly little fat pigs of ones
own to play with Ten live pink piggies!
Just think of it! But that is not all-ohl
mol He owns most lovely old piece of
red flannel, which his grandma gave him,
that is gerry valuable It is such pretty,
and 80 bright! He turns it over, views it
in every light, aud tastes of it. If you
should lay ten thousand dollar green
back down beside it, he would grasp, in
preference, that gorgeous, magnificent
rag. You couldn't buy that from him
with ten or twenty thousand dollars.
Then he has great many fine musical
instruments that he plays on splendidly.
Every newspaper he can get hold Of he
turns into a piano or an organ. He
scratches his nails into them, and digs
holes through them, and you ought to hear
how beautifully they do rattle; but the
brown paper that comes around the sugar
is the best, that is so cracklv and high
toned. .nHoi 81 s sH a-
Besides, he has most entertaining
round hole in the top of his Grip, which is
very interesting in an astronomical point
of view. He studies it intently, especially
at times and seasons when he ought to be
sleepy. Through it the sunbeams creep
softly down to play with him, filling the
air with their yellow bars, until his little
hands cannot grasp the gold. ~
Every thing around him is wonderful,
and beautiful, and bright, and all is
created solely for him, hethinks: nothing,
however, that comes within his grasp
escapes athroough reconstruction" from
papa's whiskers to pussy's tail.-Hedrth