Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-02-07

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They spoke of adventures by sea and land,
VI oceans and seas by a cable spanned, A9
VI buried tre8Sures;-but though she heard,
| she said she didn't believe one wordI
| And still she lives in her little hut
About the size of q hickory nut, 4y'.
At peace with herself, and quite content
| With the way in which her days are spent.
| Little 1t troubles her, suppose, ~.
Because so very little she knows
For keeping her doors and her windows shut,
She has shrivelled up in her hickory nut.
And you, my dears, will no larger grow
| If you rest contented with what you know
But pitiful object you will dwell f'A
Shut up inside of your hickory she'll n no
- Stick to Your Business. 5ii9
There is nothing which should be
more frequently impressed upon the
minds of young men than the impor-
lance of steadily pursuing some one
business. The frequent changing from
one employment to another is one Of
the most common errors committed,
and to it may be traced more than half
the failures of men in business, and
much of the discomfort and disappoint-
ment which render life uncomf ortable.
1t is q very common thing for man
to be disappointed with his business,
and to desire to change it for some
other which, it seems to him, will prove
most lucrative employment; but in
nine cases out of ten it is mistake
Look round you and you will find
among your acquaintance abundant
verifcatiOn of our assertion. There is
an honest farmer who has toiled few
years, got his farm paid for, but does
not grow rich very rapidly, as much
from lack of contentment mingled
with industry as anything, though he
is not aware of it. He hears the won
derful stories of California, and how
fortunes may be had for the trouble of
picking them up; mortgages his farm
to raise money; goes away to the land
of gold, and after many months of hard
toll comes home again to commence at
the bottom of the hill for a more weary
and less successful climbing up again.
Mark the men in every community,
who are notorious for their ability and
equally notorious for never getting
ahead, and you will find them to be
those who never stick to one business
long, but are always forsaking their
occupation just when it is beginning to
be profitable. -SciemtiAc american.
The Pink Parrot and the Gray Boy.
Once there was q parrot. I knew
him. He wore pink suit, with pale,
sulphur hued plume in his crested cap.
And there was a boy; and [ knew
him II a u,orn crow S,,1t fHho ORC uo .
a shiny silver buckle on his cap.
The Gray Boy owned the Pink Par
rot. The Pink Parrot owned nothing
nothing now, not even himself. 1t
was great change, tell you, from a
forest to a cage, from choosing his own
| fruit and nuts to waiting for them upon
the pleasure of Boy. The Pink Par
rot judged all Boys by the Gray Boy,
and he hated Boys. He often sat on
his ring, silent, motionless, and hated
Boys by the hour.
The Gray Boy would bring in grapes
and berries and nuts, and lay them
down in plain sight, but out of reach.
saying to the Pink Parrot, Wait.a-bit
wait-a-bit |" And the Pink Parrot
would wait, and while he waited the
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Parrots have a hooked bill, and the
upper jaw is hung with hinge, like a
box-lid. Did you know it?
The Gray Boy would stand before
the Pink Parrot, and draw his chin in
to look like the hooked bill; then he
would work his mouth like a hinge.
Indeed, the Pink Parrot was never GER
tain of his breakfast, as to time nor
quantity. Ten to one, when a luscious
grape was all but in his bill, the Gray
Boy would 60 out Of the room carrying
the grape with him. He would say,
"Will you have it now, or wait until
you can get it?" Maybe he would
come back, and maybe he wouldn't.
But the Pink Parrots day came at
last aaa ~'''@
The Gray Boy had watch lately
given him, a lovely-O! a little darling
of gold watch, that would tick, and
need to be real I" truly" wound up at
night. It had fob-chain and some
charms and bells, and bows
and arrows, mimic skates and ball
bats-everything, In fact, that would
interest a boy, and render his life per-
fectly delightful, was attached to the
Gray Boys fob-chain. qua ..s
The Gray Boy, one morning, the
9th of December, in fact, was to take
the half-past-nine train, all by himself,
to join his papa and mamma at his
grandpa's in the country. He had been
left in town with the housekeeper until
school should close.
The Gray Boy had had breakfast,
and was now all ready to go. It had
been q hasty meal, but was there not
to be stuffed turkey and cranberry
sauce for dinner? He had hidden the
housekeeper good-morning, and had
gone upstairs for the bunch of hot
house rosebuds and the Haaper's Maya.
cine he was to take out to mamma, and
to brush his coat and put on his watch,
| He had left them up there on the
sitting room table, in readiness, all to-
gether, a moment ago. And now, how
could he believe his eyes, that bis
watch was not on the table. The Gray
boy was in double dismay. 1t was
near train time, and then the idea thai
a thief had been ia the house. He
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