The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-09-06
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MAN BORN OF womAS.

Man born Of woman is Of few
days and nowhere to lay his head.
The bright sun rises in the East,
and he is hustled out of bed for his
days exercise acquiring bread and
a deathless name. He HES himself
unto his field Of labor, perspires
like hired man in hay NOW.
His path to manhood is strewn with
hedge-thorns and puppy love. He
becomes a veritable sage at twenty,
and kicks over the parental traces,
and tells the governor" that he is
not previous enough for the style
of doing business at the present
age. Then he collects all the traps
that were given to him in his boy
hood days, and Jumps them off to
the highest bidder. "Good-bye,
mother" says he, and we next hear
that some pleasant companions
whom he found in large city, took
a kindly interest in him and show
ed him the sights which were many,
even unto 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 at all.
Oh !! what a chump am /, 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 tigar, and was in
turn bitten by a soft-eyed bunko
steer. Then he begins to think,
as the Prodigal Sun once thought,
that he is an hass by 700 majority,
and several police precincts to hear
from. Twill go home, says he, unto
my father and tell him to kill the
fatted goose, for his calf's come
home, and he will fall upon my neck,
and / will be spared the occupation
of that swine.herder, who fed upon
shucks and thought himself in big
luck to reap enough toward his ap-
petite. Then he goes home to his
dear old mother, and he acts like a
human being for q long spell, for
he has not forgotten that home is
the dearest spot On earth. Then he
sees pretty girl-his heart melts
like wax, and pours out at her feet
like kerosene through the bung-
hole of barrel. Poor thing, she
futters like a butterfly between
earth and heaven. She is struck
on his shape and his ice cream, and
manly bearing, which others call
love-sickness-a disease that effects
the gizzard as well as the head and
puckered feet. The preacher tells
them to join hands, eat hearty, give
him q fee according to size of their
JOY, and circle to the left. Then
the clouds begin to break up in the
west, and the sun is hidden away
behind them. The winds blow,
and the mud splashes, and the hap
py groom begins to wonder if the
sun will ever show his bright face
again. The clouds bank some
more, and the winds whistle through
his wampus like the old woman
kept tavern. Then a Mascot, in
the divine form of an angel boy,
looms up on the horizon ofhis cold,
cramp-colicy life; but this ripple Of
laughter and sunshine is oyershad-
owed too often by reverses and
misfortune that bring only misery
to those loved more than our own
existence. Disappointment follows
quickly upon the heels of adversely
and life, such as it is, begins to look
like a black card. Renewed en-
ergy and hard experience teach him
the narrow way through the fields of
economy to the rich mines of pros
perity. The sun is now lowering
behind the dense clouds-the sill
yer lining dazzles like a fairy tale.
His reward has come at last-he is
about to sit down to banquetin the
evening of life and rest his ver-
tebra. But, before ne can voice
the usual blessing, the sun has fall
len beneath the brow of the ad-
jacent hill, and Old Father Time,
with his rusty scythe, comes upon
the scene, and gamers the gray
haired sire to his narrow coach in