The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1876-11-02
Nv Children.

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Between the plague of their living and tn, fear
of their dying, acc die daiiy bIrs. Harriet Beecher
Stowe.
Oh, have you heard Of my two Ii tile brothers?
Sweet little wretches, with mischief 50 rife
Getting me always and ever in pothers,
On, how love them! plaques of my life,
Charlie is "Gad-ab If for minute,
Out OF the room am tempted to go,
When return that wee scamp is not in il,
And I'm transtNed i'll frenzy OF woe.
IIark 10 his shouts With quick, answering cries,
Fast up the stairs fly after the sprite;
Find him all rapture and radiant eyes,
Out on the roof with his four inch of kite.
"Iiullo, mamma, Just you come hold her tail
Then you will see how 5oo.tul she'll fly;
such nice place this is, no ugly rail
10 stop my Kite gong straight UP in the sky"
All, Heaven, no rail, You may hear my heart beat
AS clutch him and carry him swiftly away
Struggling and kicking and crying with heat,
My mamma is naughty bad diil on this day
Meanwhile little Jamie, my dear little mouse,
So quiet and cunning, unlike the other,
Still sat in his corner, where building house."
l had hoped he'd not care when flew for his
brother.
But when came in, the sweet rosy lip
Curled down in the way so heart breaking to see ,
The blue eyes with tears were just ready to drip,
AS he sobbed out, ''My MARINA did do way fun
''Ah, comet" And 1 catch him up quick to my
kissing eyes, cheeks and lips with sweet murmurs
OF love,
Till 4 look beatilic of heavenly rest
spread DER the small face of my comtorted dove.
A dove? He's Hang about! Kissing and clineng,
Sitting in laps and twnng about
Many sweet little article bringing,
That he may go too, if must go out.
Which do love best, Charlie or James?
Cad about, Hang about, scirer and pest
Filled to the brim with their mischief and games,
Blessings OF torment! pillows of rest!
Flooding my life with bright sunshine and joy;
sudden alarms, screams, songs of lark,
Pride and delight in each beautiful boy;
Rest, with a restless desire to bark
When they're asleep. Soft | creep to their beds!
Both upside down, yet how beauteous the pose,
How round the white limbs, how golden the heads,
How deep are tile dmples on each cheek CT rosr!
liats OF both in the river when travelling we go;
From the rail-ear darts Charlie, with swift, i'm
pish feet;
JauHt to see why the steam horse did squee(h and
SqHcdht 50.
Whit Hang about squer.hes for me in his seat.
OH the lynx.yes the questions! the terrible tales
winch they 'pring, Ike mine, on my horror
struck ear
Miss Lee paints her chez ks says one boy young
Fades,
And her hair al tones off" chimes the ether
sweet dear.
Miss Lee is my guest, and young Flles is her lover
And while those sweet monsters are shreking
with glee,
IH"H break IlltlT On us all OVER
And blessing my children, bid goodbye 10 me.
Life is hard life is breathless life sweet TO the core,
When those bandits hold carnival in their own
way,
Charles has emptied the nkstand on table, on floor,
And james cut my silk dress i'll pieces to-day.
Yet give me the mischief, the riot and noise,
The awful disclosures of Rattle and Mouse,
The brain-rendng questions, the crashing of toys,
TO Il house without children, sad, silent house.
No pattering footsteps, no singing like birds,
No soft chubby arms round ones neck clinging
Tight
No upside down, crooked, delicious sweet words,
In the queer little prayers which they offer at
night.
ALI, God keep them safe for me, just as they arr!
With the health TO do mischief, TO shout, run and
sing.
III race after Charlie with thankful despair,
And help little Jamie to kiss and 10 cling
All. lis rapture, though torment, Ills peace though
alright.
Ills Il hush and an uproar in curious poise;
Buy fold them about with my love day and night,
Thanking God for my children, my glorious boys
Christian Union. FANNY BARROW.