The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-08-22

The busy day is over,
The household work is done,
The cares that fret the morning
Have faded with the sun;
And IN the tender twilight,
sit in happy rest,
With my darling little baby
Asleep upon my breast.
White lids, with siIken fringes,
Shut out the waning light.
little hand, close folded,
holds mammals fingers tight;
ana IN their soft, white wrappings,
AT last IN perfect rest,
Two dainty feet are cuddled
Lake brides in a nest.
AL hopes and love unworthy
Depart at this sweet hour;
All true and noble iOngfngs
Renew their holy power:
For Christ, who in the Virgin
Our motherhood has blest,
La near to every woman
With baby her breast.
Appletons' Journal
The education to happiness is a pos
sibie thing, not TO a happiness supposed
to rest upon enjoyments of any kind,
but to one built upon content and resig-
nation. This is the best part of philos-
ophy. This enters into the wisdom spo-
ken of in the Scriptures. Now, it can
be taught. The converse is taught every
day and all day long. Captiousness, sen
sitiveness and a Martha-like care for the
things of the world are often the direct
fruits of education. All these faults of
the character, and they are among the
greatest, may be summed up In dis
proportionate care for little things. This
is rather growing evil. The painful
neatness and exactness of modern life
foster it. The tide of small wishes and
requirements gains upon us fully as fast
as we can get out of its way by our i'm
proved means of satisfying them. Now,
the wholesome concern that many pa
rents manifest as to small things must
have a great influence on the governed.
You hear child reprimanled about a
point of dress or some trivial thing. as
If it had committed a treachery. The
criticisms, too, which it hears upon 9TH
ers are often of the same kind. Small
omissions, small commissions. false
shame, little stumbling blocks of Of
Tense, trifiing grievances of the kind
that DIR. Johnson, who had known hun
ger, stormed at Mrs. Thrale for talking
about, are made much of; general dis
beSSA'AeNCeACA4
not complete, and that everythingin life
is not turned out as neat as a Longacre
carriage these ways, to which children
are very attentive, teach them, in their
turn, to be querulous, sensitive and full
of small cares and wishes. And when
you have made child like this, can you
make a world for him that will satisfy
him? OF all the things which you can
teach people, after teaching them to
trust in God, the most important is to
put out of their hearts any expectation
of perfection, according to their notions,
in this world.-HeLps.
CLARA AND HER THOMAS This is not
love-story, as love-stories generally
run. That is, there were no sentimental
letters between Clara and Thomas, nc
cruel parents to interfere and make trou.
BILE for the young people, and the story
doesn't wind up with wedding. Glare
was too young to marry, for she was on.
ly little girl, and Thomas was a-cat
Thomas was knowing cat, a black cat
house-cat in the cold weather and {
woods-cat in the summer. Clara lived
on farm IN New Hampshire, and she
and Thomas loved each other dearly
Every spring for several years, when the
leaves began to show themselves and the
grass peeped up out of the ground az
much as to say to the weather, CAL
ready up there Has winter gone, truly
Thomas became nervous, and some
bright day he would come into the house
and purr very softly and affectionately
as much as to say to Clara, "Well, bus
mess before pleasure, my dear. mus
go and, if am prOspered in health,
shall see you again. Be good girl, ant
have place for me by the broad heartl
when I return" All day long, he woulc
appear to be taking leave of the hous
and household, from Uncle David dow
to the dog, and the next morning
Thomas would be gone. All through tn
summer he was never seen, but stayet
in the spruce woods, where he follOwe,
rambling hunters life, living, 1 sup
pose, on the choicest game; and whel
the first snow came in the autumn
Thomas would come picking his wa,
home on the tops of the rail-fences an,
stone-walls, and suddenly pop into TIL
house, as tickled as a schoolgirl hOm
for the holidays. He seemed to say
Well, friends, here am again. Clara
how dye do? glad to see me knov
you are. Haven't had drop of milk i
many months. Plenty of birds and rab
bits, and all thatsort of thing, you know
but one gets tired of such steady fare
See how sleek my fur is. Purrmeouw
Just little milk, in a saucer. Tn yer
cold. Snow, you know, interferes wit
my hunting. Milk, please. Clar
would answer his request with ibers
dish of milk, and Thomas would tax
his old place by the fire, and dream c
his summer rambles. One autumn
when Thomas had been gone longer tina
usual there came heavy fall of snow
the night, and in the morning Clara wa
out straining her little black eyes t
catch a glimpse of her pussy. By an
by, she spied what appeared to be Ion
black snake on top of the fence, close b
the woods. It came nearer and nearer
and finally she discovered that it wa
not asnake but several black cats Thon
as had brought his whole family, wit
and nine kittens nearly grown, TO hi
warm winter home. o but they wei
wild England winter black cats wer
so plenty about the house that they wer