The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1880-12-04

"With tic farmers mectin's and oranges
Folks can talk till all is blue;
But don't ye he swollerin' oil We hear,
For there amt MORN half ont true.
They are tryin' to make mo change my
plans,
But tell IN I'm no such coon;
shall keep right on in the same old way,
And work my farm, by the MOOn.'
Babies.
Other peoples babies are miserable
little pests, but as posterity conl,ln't
very well get along without them, they
had best be named among the necessary
evils.
They are Of only two classes, hut in
finite variety. There's tho solemn, bald
headed baby, whose face is . constant
interrogation mark, and the rosy, fat
baby, tlat one al ways feels like pinching
and-but whyenumeratc who Of US are
not familiar with tile whole category
from the little,pink, crying mass ofsln,.
,nanity, to the miniature men and wo,
men one meets nowadays.
What a clIanye !. ',aby's Contingencies
in household, to be snre, and what mcr,
ciless tyrants they are after their arrival
One can always tell a .,aby-ri.lden dolDi
Gle; there's q general tagged ont, down.
at-thc-lleel look about the womankind
and tho nantel ornaments are invariably
in state Of grimy chippedncss. Every
thing IS subscrvient to the little tyrant
from the time the first wailing protest
falls upon the listening hearts, to tile nc
less joyful period when the little toddlel
first stands alone und isps, "Inamma.
Mamma! All, me! who can feel deep.
or than she, the great, terrible blank they
leave behind when called away; w!,c,
all tho joy and Sunshine Of life seems
centered in Que tiny, new-ma,le mound
when little feet are stillel, and silvery
voices hushcl forevsrmore.
Other children come to i,er aud twine
about her heart and grow into great
sturdy boys and girls, but somehow, the
little bud that faded ere slo realized the
JOY its presence brought, is always "Ba
by" to her.
Oh, yo whose little ones have driftct
off upon Deaths ebbing tide, thank Goo
for Memory, that lighthouse in the ocea,
Of thu past.
The boy baby is always fat and noisy
and after the first two years becomes al
insufferable nuisance. At that age, how
ever, the girl baby commences to cxhibi
some OF the latent sweetness she hold
in reserve, and continues improving
steadily for about sixteen years, afte
which she goes back into long clothes
and for regular tirst-class saccharine mat
ter, beats the world.
For the benefit of h,lmanity-and yisi
tors-babics ought to he suppressed fo
the first ten or fifteen months Of thei
existence. During that period they hay,
as many stages as diseases, the names o
which are legion.
There's tho innocent stage, when bah,
draws down the corners of two dew,
lips, opens wide pair of starry eyes
aud looks the personification of ever,
thing lovablc. Then tho molasses fing
cred stage, when, with q supreme disrc
gard Of the agony it inspires, baby goe
prancing off astride ones new parasol
Then the dirty-faced stage, when TIN
fond parent labors under the delnsio,
that every ono wants to "kiss baby;
and the smart stage, when mamma bribe
baby with offers of snn,lry swectics, t,
say it pretty for the lady, while tn
agonized lady smiles namely, an,
takes a mental inventory of her sur
roundings.
A baby can do more walking in on
day than its own progenitor, and then b
fresh enough TO stay mp half tho nigl,
and serenade the neighbors. They gen
,erally select the midnight hour of al
the twenty four to ventilatc their priyat
opinions, and have to indulge i'll dee
draughts Of paregorie runc1, and sootl
ing syrup before becoming like the Soli
South, conquered, but not subdued."
Their diet is about as comprehensiy
as a cassowary's. The doting mothe
labors under the impression that it eat
only mush and milk, whereas the dc