The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1870-10-27
The Use ofI4orer.r.

/ To Us sober married people, tattoed all
over with the scars of life's battles, hating
to turn over, lest like the moss-grown stone
we suddenly reveal to the sunshine, all the
creeping horrors of the buried past--bo us,
/ they are like the blessed sunshine We
dread naturally the doleful story the sad
cOunbenance; so much of ft have we seen
and known. But these lOvers--these newly
uniformed recruits. so r@diauf, so trustful-
seeing only the bright sky of the future,
their tllumined faces are like the song OF
victory 70 old soldiers.
Nv nat they can nd to talk about, all
those hours that they are alone" Ia q ques-
ton we don't care 10 ask, any more than TO
insist upon their talking at all. which they
don't always do! God bless them! For
one. / am glad when they enter, hand in
hand, the enchanted land. There are no in
telligence Offices, nor measles, nor teething,
nor yet dyspepsia, there the men have no
business" more urgent than to find out how
they can testify, in some unheard Of and I'M
dreamed of manner, the affection which is
nigh killing them! In that land husbands
never stupidity lie down to sleep till is is
time to Ego down town" again, oblfvious of
the presence of their MarJs and Susans. No
Nightmares of bills are there handed in to
the doors, which, when presented, cause the
wife suddenly to remember a call she is
owing to one of the neighbors, while her
husband figures up the disgusting itelas.
In that country they charge nothing for
coal. or meat, or bread, or milk, or wine
CO leave the doors and windows of their
town houses open till they return in the au
team, without fear of rain or robbers. Girls
there never contract runaway matches, nor
do their brothers go to the dogs. Bonnets
and dresses are found fresh and sweet upon
grouEd every morning, like the mamma Of
the Israelites.
Windows never want cleaning; and there
mice about, And as to female suffrage, is
you mentioned it, they'd just as likely ask
you II it was anything good to eat. Better
still, not one of its Inhabitants was ever
known to grow old. Their eyes always re-
main heavenly blue or beWitching black:
add their hair is so luxuriant through the
rosy years, that no comb could ever pull
through 1t. And as to grandmOthers, they
are entirely unknown. Mothers-in-law,
sisters-in-law, and husbands relatives gen.
orally, never enter those celestial gates to
turn up the whites of their Disguised eyes
at dear Johns shirts or stockings, or TO in
sist upon their being darned under their
own personal inspection.
There babies grow on the trees like apples;
all you have to do is to shake them down;
after that they crawl round on the grass,
and are no troble to any body but the grass
hoppers.
No wonder lovers smile when eontempla-
ting such a cerulean horizon. 1t makes me
smile to think of it. Innocent dears!
Innocent dears, did you ever catch me
like a blast of east wind, going suddenly
into the room where you were spending
your time so naturally, chilling your pretty
little bone? Did you ever know me to hunt
you out ofcunning hiding places under the
trees, or on the rocks by the sea, or i'm nice
dark corners or piaZZaS on summer nights
No, indeed. i was once there myself and
know better than to keep you from imprGv-
ing the shining hours. You never heard
me telling your anxious mothers where you
might be found, putting curious aunts
and uncles on the War-path. Not 1.
Yesterday I went to walk in a tiowery
meadow, as the pioneer of the gay party
suddenly one ofmy legs disappeared through
the clover blossoms, down into a treacherous
deep and muddy hole. Did warn my
smiling fellow-travelers and followers of
that pitfall? A good Providence forbid.
just let each one of them try it in turn for
themselves! That's the only way the lives;
OF turtle doves can be long in the land
FANNY FERN.