The daily gazette., 1877-08-09
THAT EMERSON BOY.

is no one around that house 10 make fun.
He was cheerful, lively boy, and he
did his best to make that household put
on the mantle of joyfuiuess. Emerson
often remarked that Bob didn't Seem
ever to sit down and think Of the grave
and death and probably he never did
No, Bob wasn't Of that make. He want
ed to have fun. Both his ears were
nearly worn up by being cufied SO much,
! and it took whole row of currant bush
es to furnish whips TO dust his jacket for
the summer. Emerson didn't know what
fun was until Bob was eight years old.
Then the boy began to launch out He
would bore gimlet-holes in the water
bucket, put cartridges in the coal stove,
unscrew the door knobs, fill the kerosene
lamp with water, and good thrashing
didn't burden his mind over five minutes
Sometimes his father would take him by
the hair and yank him up to the sofa and
sit down and ask:
Robert Parathon Emerson, what in
blazes ails ye?"
"It's the yailer jaunders, guess" Bob
would meekly reply.
"Robert, don't you want to be an
angel?" the old man would continue.
"And have wings?"
"Yes my son."
Sand fly higher'n a kite?"
| eyes f"
"And fight hawks?"
| "i -e-s. | guess So"
"But your beef | would whop, Bully
for the angels?"
| "That's sacrilege, that is." the old man
would remark, and he would Jerk Bob's
hair some more, and declare that the
young rascal was bound for the gallows.
| After lying under the pear tree for six
minutes Bob would recover from his
sadness and go over to the BAN, and
run the pitchfork through the strawcutter
harness up the COW, and stick pins into
the family horse.
One night he brought home wolf-trap
and set it in the middle OF the woodshed
hoor to catch rat. He chuckled a good
deal that evening at the thought of what
would happen to the rats, and he fell
! asleep, and dreamed that he was hand
organ, and that some one stole the crank
J to him;so that he could not be played on.
Just before going to bed old Emerson
went out after scuttle of coal and he
stepped his bootless foot into that trap.
He made a mighty spring aud uttered a
mighty yell, and it took two men ten
minutes to spring the trap of his leg.
"It's that boys work" he groaned, as
he nursed his foot, and he took I'D the
boot-jack, limped into the bedroom, and
gave Bob a terrible clip just as the child
was dreaming about playing baseball
| with mermaid.
"Ill pound ye to death if We don't stop
this foolishness," cried the old man; but
he hadn't been out of the bedroom ten
| minutes before Bob was planning to stop
up the chimney next day and smoke
everybody out of the house. 1t wasn't
many days before he fixed a darning
needle in the cushion of his fathers arm
chair and bounced the old man three
feet high, and his licking hadn't got over
smarting before he exploded fire cracket
in his mothers tsnutl-box. That night
the old man said to him as he took him
by the ear:
"Robert Parathon Emerson, do YOU
ever think of where you will go tor
" es sir" he answered; "I'll go to bed
purity soon."
Then he got another mauling and
went to bed TO dream that he was a
three-tined pitchfork, and that man
was using him to load hay with.
Poor boy! Even three days before he
died, and while on his dying bed, he
managed to slip an eight ounce tack into
his fathers left boot, and got up another
circrs.-Detroh Free Press.
Disraeli's appearance: There hangs
from the crown of the head single curl
Of dark hair. "a curl which you cannot
look at without feeling a touch of pathos
in your inmost heart, for it is the only
thing about the worn and silent man re-
minding you of the brilliant youth of
'Vivian Grey The face below this soli-
tary lock is deeply marked with furrows
left by cares ploughshare; the fine, dark
eyes look downward; the mouth is closed
with firmness that says more for this
mans tenacity of will than pages of
eulogy would do; but what strikes YOU
more than anything else is the utter lack
OF expression upon the countenance. No
one looking at the face, though but for