The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1888-01-04
Retrospective.
Editor Mirror:


world, laughing in the faces of the callous-
hearted skeptics who said it was an impos-
siblity for such child to exist but it lives
all the same, and has been instrumental in
throwing more of the sunshine of happi-
ness and improving tho moral tone of the
boys. and making bright many sad firesides
of the dear ones of many poor unfortunates
confined here, than legions of the skeptical,
stony-hearted individuals who predicted
our MIRRORS death. Mr.. Editor, remem-
Der well the great interest the sisters. BROTH
ers cousins and aunts manifested in the
future welfare of our darling little MIRROR.
The height of their ambition was to secure
a skillful governess and plant the seeds of
honor, virtue and truth in the mind of our
darling.
One fine morning, the sisters and aunts
visited the intelligence Office in the base
ment to select literary genius. You could
see establishment depicted on their noble
faces They placed their elegant glasses
over their left optics and took birdseye
view of the lady professors perched on their
elevated stools, and the harmony and peace
that prevailed among the girls of the Office
WAS lIUeCu plISC W tilt CoilclS. NJ lSS
Nee. was busily engaged with her left duke,
recording an item in Book b. her right ma
nipulator grasped an elegant whitewash
brush, painting rare eXOtics. l heard one
Of the sisters remark. ''She is sweet, good
soul, and she is one of the nearest things on
earth to an angel" Yes, she is. with q
"copper"" The fascinating Madam Pickles,
with her long. luxurious hair floating down
her cOrn-cOlOred shoulders Iull of brine and
dodO jokes threw her cOQuettish glances,
and advocated the free use of heavens
tears as the most beneficial thing for errad-
icating early brine from the youthful SyS-
TEN. The well at Saltwater has no equal
in her eyes for hygienic purposes. She was
laid on the shelf. The ETHEREAL, immaculate
Mrs. Uriah Heap threw her pensive eyes on
the sisters and aunts, and opened the win
dOwS of her heart so they could view the
placards on that loving organ which read,
Il am one of Gods noblest women 1t
was the other girl who did it, Miss Woody
Mem. was doing her utmost to inspire a
few O'DOnOvan Rosa teachings Oh the
callers and endeavOring to solve the great
Irish question. They gave her just one look
and she fell into Miss McC.'s arms,
dead Stiff The elegant and refined
lady doctor was presented. She related her
tours on the Rhind of German banana in
the vicinity of Bonn or Gottingen. Poor
girl she is always falling. She should tum-
| BILE. She was anxious to Officiate as COVER
ness. and fully illustrated in her pedantic
and technical phrases how cooling and ben
eicIal water was to wash in. and how in
| vigOrating Mr. Bourbon was to stimulate
and make rich man poor and poor man
rich. She finished with delightful story
of an evenings entertainment with the elite
of London in PetticOat Lane. That broke
! her up. The sisters and auntS said. Don't
be clam" But all the same she will mas
ter the sauer kraut language if it takes all
her bit" to do it in. Eth? Miss Cana dar,
Miss SlOOp, the Misses Mugs and Jennie
Black Bottle were all questioned They
all said, Take Schooner So Schooner
took the cake and gave our MIRROR piece,
and we were afraid the poor child would
cash in her checks. 1t seems that Madam
Schooner was infatuated with John Barley
corn. a cousin of Joe Rye. While prosper
ity was shining ON her. BarleycOrn called
at the MIRROR mansion. 1t was too much
for Madam Schooner to stand-the memoir
les of the past. She threw her loving arms
round the neck of the bOttle-nO. | mean
round the neck of BarleycOrn-and from the
effects of the loving kisses and caresses she
got the big head. She was gently laid out
in Brannigan'S grass plot. God forgive her
for insulting our baby. She now rulshes
the can to the SchoOners taste. The sisters
and aunts being good. charitable and hui
name people, advertised for an experienced
gOvernesS, and at last, thank God, they
were rewarded. and placed middle-aged
blonde in charge of Miss MIRROR.
Boys. this experienced gOverness, l am
proud to say, is Mirck-tOriOuS individual
and has improved. with the aid of her
sisters. brothers. cousins and aunts, the
moral - If our baby. Her wardrobe is
elegani - is refined and pure and the.
most skeptical receive her and believe in
her. and thank God she is proving a great
instrument in teaching the boys cit is never
too late to mend" and "a mans man for