The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-08-28

The cares that fret the morning
Have faded with the sun;
Ana in the tender twilight
! sit IN happy rest
WIN my darling little baby
Asleep upon my breast
White lids, with silken frinpes.
shut out the waning light;
A little hand, close folded,
Holds mammaH fingers tight;
And IN their soft, white wrappings,
Two dainty feet are cuddled
Like brides in a nest
All hopes and love unworthy
Depart at this sweet hour;
All true and noble longiugs
Renew their holy power;
For Christ, who in the Virgin
Our motherhood has blest,
Is near to every woman
With baby on her breast
AIpletoRs' Journal
The education to happiness is a pos
BILE thing, not to happiness supposed
, rest upon enjoyments of any kind,
but to one built upon content and resig-
"'tion. This is the best part of philos-
"phy. This enters into the wisdom spo-
ken of in the Scriptures. Now. it can
taught. The converse is taught every
ay and all day long Captiousness, SEN
dveness and a Martha-llke 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
reatest, may be summed up in a dis
proportionate care for little things. This
is rather n 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 great influence on the governed.
You hear a child reprimanied about
point OF dress or some trivial thing, as
if it had committed a treachery. The
criticisms, too, which il hears upon 9th
ers are often of the same kind. Small
omissions, small commissions, false
shame, little neutrality-suspicious. of Of
Tense, trihing 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
satisfaction is expressed that things are
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 n child like this, can you
make 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
a love-story, as love-stories generally
run. That is, there were no sentimental
letters between Clara and Thomas, no
cruel parents to interfere and make trou-
BILE for the young people, and the story
doesn't wind up with wedding. Clara
was too young to marry, for she was on
ly little girl, and Thomas was a-cat !
Thomas was knowing cat, 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, whenthe
leaves began to show themselves and the
grass peeped up out of the ground rs
much as to say to the weather, can
ready up there ? Has winter gone, truly?
Thomas became nervous, and some
bright day he would come into the house,
md purr very softly and affectionately,
as much as to say TO CLARA, "Well, bus
mess before pleasure, my dear. I must
go and, if am prospered in health, I
shall see you again. Be good girl, and
have place for me by the broad hearth
when I return" All day long, he would
appear to be taking leave of the house
and household, from Uncle David down
to the dog, and the next morning
Thomas would be gone. All through the
summer he was never seen, but stayed
in the spruce woods, where he followed
n rambling hunters life, living, / sup
pose, on the choicest game; and when
the first snow came in the autumn,
Thomas would come picking his way
home on the tops of the rail-fences and
stone-walls, and suddenly pop into the
house, as tickled as a schoolgirl home
for the holidays. He seemed to say,
Well, friends, here am again. Clara,
how dye do? glad to see me know
you are Haven't had a drop of milk in
many months. Plenty of birds and rab-
bits, and all thatsort of thing, you know;
but one gets tired of such steady fare.
Sec how sleek my fur is. PuIrmeouw,
Just little milk, in a saucer. Tn very
cold. Snow, you know, interferes with
my hunting. Milk, please" Clara
would answer his request with liberal
dish of milk, and Thomas would take
his old place by the fire, and dream of
his summer rambles. One autumn,
when Thomas had been gone longer than
usual there came heavy fall of snow in
the night, and in tho morning Clara was
out straining her little black eyes to
catch glimpse of her pussy. BY and
by, she spied what appeared to be long
black snake on top of the fence, closely
NAAN NpbNtn- II citLu6 nearer Auu nearer,
and finally she discovered that it was
not asnake but several black cats. Thorn
as had brought his whole family, wife
and nine kittens nearly grown, to his
warm winter home. o but they were
wild England winter black cats were
so plenty about the house that they were
nearly nuisance Only think of eleven
black cats in one house for the winter
but then it was farmhouse, you must
remember Well, the next spring, one
bright morning, Thomas and his family
babe Clara an afFeotionate farewell, and
she never saw anything of any of them
again. What always puzzled me was to |
know how Thomas told Mrs Thomas
and the little doubling Thomases where
he was going TO take them when they |
followed him home for the winter.