Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-01-10
FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.
Naming the Chickens.

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.
Naming the Chickens.
There were two little chickens Matched out by
hen,
And the owner of both was our little boy Ben;
So he set him to work rs soon as they came,
To make them house, and give them q name.
As for building house. Benny knew very we'll
Must be handy tools, for he'd been to college
Where the boys are supposed to learn all sorts of
knowledge.
Phil was very good natured, and soon his small
brother
Had nice coy home for his chicks and their
mother;
And happier boy in the country just then
Could not have been found than our dear little
Ben.
But name for his pets it was harder to find,
At least just suited exactly his mind;
No mother of twins was ever more haunted
With trouble to find Just the ones that she
wanted.
There were plenty Of names, no doubt about
But q name that would do for q dog or = cat
Would not answer for chickens IS pretty as these
Or else our dear boy was uneasy to please.
These two tiny chickens looked just like each
other;
q
But with one in each hand, said queer little Ben,
81 want this one rooster, and that one hen"
Benny knew them apart by little brown spot,
On the head of the one, that the other had not:
They grew up like magic, each fat feathered
chick,
One at length was named Peggy, and the other
named Dick
Benny watched them SO closely not'a feather
In the dress of these chickens that he did not
And he taught them so well they would march
Flyup on his shoulder, OF eat from his hand
But funny thing happened concerning their
Rushing into the house one day, Benny exclaims:
"Ohl mother Oh! Phil! such blunder there's
been,
For Peggy's the rooster and Dick is the hen!"
The Season and Zone Of Homes.
One stronger reason than all others
for being glad that We live In the tenn
perate zone, is that it is the zone of
homes.
Greenlanders and Laplanders, it is
said, each consider their own country
the fairest the sun shines upon, and
charming stories of domestic life have
come to us from these icy ATTITUDES.
But the Esquimaux and Kamtchat-
kans, and those inhabitants of extreme
Arctic regions who must live in snow.
huts, or burrow underground fo1
warmth, cannot know the rich and ten
der meanings the word nome" has fol
us.
How much comfort there is in GU,
cosy houses alone-in the clean, warm
room, perhaps with q glowing freside
the white table spread with wholesome
and delicate food; the cheerful circle
around the lamp at evening; the books
the sewing, the games; the sound SLEEP
of the long, snowy night, in beds as
white SIS the drifts outside; and the
many other nameless blessings of civ.
ilized home These the children OF
the eternal SHOWS must do without.
There is more poetry in really
beautiful home-life than in the finest
natural scenery; but it lies too deep In
the heart for words to express. It i!
poetry that is felt rather than spoken
A happy home is poem which every
one Of the family is helping to write
each for the enjoyment of the rest, by
little deeds of tenderness and sef-sac
rifce, which mean SO much more thar
words. This home-poem is all the
more delightful because it does no
ask or need admiration from anybody
outside. The poetry that people live
in, of which they are part, and which
is a part of them, is always the most
satisfactory, because it is the most real
Think, little folks, of all the poems
and fragments of poems you know
that never could have been written ex-
cept in country where tempest and
sleet and long hours Of darkness drove
men and women and children within
doors, and kept them there to find out
how dear and sweet thing it is for a
family to live together in love.-&
Nicholas.
The husband Who Was to Mind the
House.
STORY FROM THE MORSE.