The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-02-11
a Mithe.


Wit swsete turtle dove.
80 blushing, SO blooming and iars.
She is q sweste little creeter,
But never could meter
She is a mithe, I verify declare
six the Lille OF the valley
1. my eharmer, my allie.
And che files mo with love aud dlspsiTe;
NY fingers they tiugie,
My pulses they jingle.
Ime just like Ash in q net.
I'm looping and houncinz.
rme jumping and bouncing
Fme worse than hen that Is vet
once thought had her,
Twas only her shadder
She has slipped me completely, yOu bet
She made me feele weedy,
And little hsy-seedie and
As greene a Cumberland squash.
At me shee's laughing while
Tine fOaming and chatting,
And 1 sold out too chespely, by gosh.
She has fsed me up neetiey;
She has done NEE compleetsleyi
sbee set me to coarting the muse.
She says I am naughty
\ lesson sho taught me;
shee has give me dispspsy and blues
snsr at my mother,
kick my young brother,
And Fme fe ling so moody and glum.
II makes me feeIe weary,
So desperate and dreary
ThatI guess I'll so of on bum. I'JAE."
Gods Plans Are Best
passed the palace in the soft, gray light
OF morn. watcher sat with bated breath,
And strove to brook the stern decree Of death.
She had for victory bsttled through the night.
did not wonder when saw how grand
Her idol was The glossv, o.inging hair
All lay in lifelike ringlets here and there
On his dead brow. How could she Kiss the hand
That took from her a lov'd, an ouIy child?
She prayed; 30 God, how eouldst Thou take my
boy?
I've loved and praiSd and worshipped Thee in 10y
Since chidhoods blessed hour; and Thou hast
smiled
Upon my pathway ever. Knowest Thou
Just DER the household lies, DER filled
With children small7 II Thou hsdst only willed-
Ard placed Thy cold, white stamp the brow,
"Of one Of these, I'm sure he'd not be missed,
The house is with poverty oppressed,
And then, the last born is but dull at best.
How could mourn if Death that brow had
kissed"
But passing years prove Gods plans always best.
That households last born child with dull,
plain brow,
The world could III afford to lose Him now,
For thousands rise today and call Him blest
o poor short sighted onel Thou couIdst not know.
Gods plans are so fRr-reaohing,
'Twere better far to trust, and serve and vsfl
Plans formed In heaven reach eternity.
mrs. NJ. A. sUTFIS.
Pretty Patsie, My Love i'm Alabam'
Mid Cumberland's old mountains and b. the Ten
nessee clear water,
With the mountain shade above her,
DweIls my Alabama lover.
Oh how il makes my pulses stir for know some
Southerner
Is making love to her
She used to write quite often, but now ~ writes
quite late.
fate
The last time she wrote to me
She said she slipped his pany
And left him at the cottage gray
To drone away q summers day,
And with friend she loved veil
Slipped Off and hid within the dell
To gather flowers On the mountain old.
And many Jest of him told.
They laughed and joked Of him, they say,
Till the afternoon had slipped away.
She says he Is a dullard simpleton and lout
But there is another fear that she hasn't spoke
about.
My mind Is sorely puzzled.
But the end can not see.
If she is laughing at the other now
She may sometime laugh at me. JAR.
Three Pictures.
Three pictures lay side by side on one page
Compose together childhood, youth and age.
First frolicsoms, laughing and gay,
Cooling so happy through the day.
His little black eyes, and cheeks rosy red,
Peep from the pillow of bis snow-white bed,
Looking something more TO see
And laughing in his childish glee.
The Dextis manhood, youth divine ..
serging through the realm OF time, -
Full Of manhood ways and love
Seek the power of others above,
Seeks 10 be as prominent men
Always with the paper and pen.