Daily globe., 1879-06-01
One of the Seven Ages.

"My gwacious!' listened a moment,
to hear if anything more would be said,
but the above expletive was the beginning
and the end. My son, not quite six years
old, called by some the "buccaneer," and
by others, ''boseen," but whose given
name was Joseph, had been sent to the
adjoining apartment to mediate on his
sins. In the act of putting patch on
pair Of little breeches, which had been
rent from leg to waistband in climbing
spiked and on that account not forbidden,
fence, Twas naturally too much occupied
to rise and discover the cause of the pris-
oner's excitement. There had been no
noise, consequently there could be no
mischief. Oh, fallacy of fallacies! What
could be more ridiculous than such con-
clusion from such premise?
The "buccanecr" had five pairs of
trousers, all in the same or a like condi-
ton, and these were his Sunday ones.
They had been worn once to Sabbath
school, once to the park, and once on a
visit to spiked fence. They were Sum
day pants no longer. That morning l
had bundled off all his ragged clothes to
be mended, and nothing remained be-
tween the best ones and Joseph at home
in his night-gown all day The last was
contingency too dreadful for a moments
consideration-hence the patching.
"Remember, my son, that these are
your Sunday trousers" l had said, with
all the impressment could command,
''and don't climb anywhere, and don't sit
down in the dirt. DO you hear me?'
eyes ma'am.'
"You can play for an hour in the lot, if
you will promise to be u good boy, and
remember that have told you
eyes, ma'am.'
"And remember, if you get Into any
trouble or pick a quarrel with any of the
children or strike one of them, | shall
punish you severely
:, ooh the angel face that was lifted to
mine as l finished the last sentence.
Raphael never painted cherub that could
approach it in innocence of expression.
"Josie never fight no more," said he,
"Miss Price'-Miss Price was the Angels
Sabbath School teacher -''says that its
orful wicket to fight, and great big bears,
so high"-pointing to the ceiling with
his chubby foretinger-''c ''come down from
the great big Ugh mountains, and eat
IVY NIltth hSeIlN, ulA w.
The Bible stories were badly mixed
but there seemed certain safety in the
mistake, and let it go, for this time at
least.
ooh my gwaciousr' came from the sit
ting room, this time little louder, anc
with u touch Of sorrow in the tone.
''What are you doing, Joseph?'' asked
with some severity.
"Paying' horse, mamma
"What are you playing horse with?"
"No reply. repeated the question.
"With ings, mamma; don't be faid!
came at last in a wheedling manner 1 hao
grown accustomed to when there wa
mischief on foot.
"Do you hear me? What kind of thing
are you playing horse with?"
"Only spenders, mamma"
A horrible thought flashed into M
mind, and at the same time strong ode
of kerosene invaded my nostrils. Patche
and scissors, breeches and spools role,
out of my lap as flew across the room
What saw was this: How it had all bee
managed without the slightest noise
only another connundrum which as
mother give up without the slightest al
tempt at a solution. Joseph had screwe
his fathers desk-chair to the top motel
and there he sat with piece of twine i
each hand. These strings were attache
to his fathers wedding suspenders, whic
my own hands had embroidered. Ho
little dreamed, when setting these var
gated stitches that such fate woul
overtake them. At that moment
twas wicked, lam sorry, butt couldn
help wondering why girls ever get ma
ried
But to resume. The suspenders wei
skillfully and destructively fastened |
the student-lamp, which the ssbuccaneel
had set on the floor minus the shad
Why minus the shade is given up wit
the rest Of the juvenile conundrums. A
extra pull had upset the lamp, aoode
the carpet, completely saturated one su
pender and spotted and besmeared Il
other. Two minutes after, Joseph W,
sobbing in his crib, and had gone bac
to my patch.
My heart misgave me when had agai