The Dawson journal., 1883-08-16
MAN BORN OF WOMAN.

Chicago Eye.
Man born Of woman Is Of few DAYS
and nowhere to lay his head. The
bright sun rises in the east, and lie
is hustled out of bed for his days
exercise acquiring bread and d death
lees name. He HES himself unto his
field Of labor; and perspires like a
hired man in a haymow. His path
TO manhood is strewn with hedge
thorns and puppy love. Iahecomss
a yeritable sage at twenty, and kicks
over the paternal traces, and tells
the governor" that he is not previ.
GUS enough for the style of doing
business at the present age. Then
he collects all the traps that were
given to him in his boyhood days,
and Jumps them off to the highest
bidder Good bye, mother" says
he, and we next hear that some pleas
ant companion whom he found in o
large cityS took kindly interest Id
him and showed him the sights
which were hiany, even INTO the
nineteenth generation. When the
police pulled him out of the river,
with his pockets rifed, he was sorry
that these guardians of the night
had interfered al al. Oh! what q
chump am J., says he, when you wot
not you are apt to get done Up; even
as Oscar Wilde, who tried TO make
merry with the tail of the frisky
tiger, and was in turn bitten by 4
softeyed bunko steerer. Then he
begins to think, as the Prodigal
Son once Thought, that be is an ass
by 700 majority, and several police
precincts to hear from. I will go
home, says be, unto my father and
tell him to kill the fattsd goose, for
his calf's come home, and he will
fall upon MY neck and I will be spar
ed the occupation of that swine-her-
der, who fed upon skGGks and
thought himself in big luck to reap
enough toward his appetite. Then
he goes home to his dear old mother
and he acts like human being for a
long spell, for he has not forgotten
that home is the dearest spot on
earth. Then he sees d pretty girl
his heart meits like wax, and pours
out at her feet like kerosene through
the bunghole of a barrel. Poor
thing, she futters like a butterfly
between earth and heaven. She is
stuck Oh his shape and his Ice cream,
and manly bearing, which others call
iove-Ackness-a disease that effects
the gizzard as well as the head and
puckered feet. The preacher tells
tells them TO join hands, eat hearty,
give him a fee according to the size
of their JOY, and circls to the left
Then the 6l6ud begins to break Up
e. a.. a.
in the west, and the sun Is hidden
away Behind them. The winds blow
and tie mud splashes, and the Happy
groom begins to wohder If the sun
will ever shot his bright face again.
The clouds Bank some more, and
the wind Whistles through lis ram
Pus like the old wothan kept tavern.
Then Mascott in the divine form
of an ddgel boy, Looms up on the
horizon Of his cold, cramp-colicy
life; but this ripple Of laughter and
sunshine is overshadcwed too often
by reverses and iiiisfortunes that
bring only misery To those loved
more than oar own e&istehSe: Dis
appointment follows quickly upon
the heels Of adversely, and life; such
az it is, begins to look like u blink
card. Renewed energy and hard ex-
Der,en,;e taacb him tha taSfoX WWay
through the fields OF ecoh0my Ii the
rich mites Of PROSPERITY. The sun
is now lowering behind The dense
clouds-the silver lifting dazzling
like fairy tale. His reward ha,.
come at last-he is about to sit down
to banquet in the evening of life aud
rest his vertebr@. But, before be
can voice tie usual blessing, TIE sun
has fallen beneath the brow Of the
adjacent hill; and Old Ether Tine,
with his rusty sc5ths, comes Upon
the scene; and garners the gray
haired sire to ais. marrow couch in
the dell: He has left al estate for
his children 10 qaairNes. o,SSer, and the
noble lawyer to resosie for himself
Is. life worth Evinags Well. we leave
that to you, As Tor o,'airrself We do
not clamor for six feet Of earth be-
fore the DAY set by God for dur tt; sirss,e
molecules. to ningle with the murky
clay Of oblivion. So long as. there is
re- ,NAss "a Nossa IL I,,..Aeayr