The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-13

this subject, perhaps you can explain why
women steal time" said the woman
1T is entirely due TO a lack of percep-
ton on their part" he answered prompt
ly. Woman has an almost supernatural
intuition, but her power of perception is
rather limited. This very lack of percep-
ton results in want of consideration for
others and so she imposes on their time
and furthermore, she saps their strength
and resources. In fact, this habit of
stealing time is nothing short of lack
of careful breeding"
II must think it over replied the wo-
man.
and so shall l." responded the girl, and
the bachelor smiled satisfied smile.
1t is generally thought, says the New
York Ledger, that Mother Goose" was
a name got up" to please the young. This
is not the case. There was real Mrs.
Goose, who signallzed herself by her lit
erature for the nursery. This curious fact
which, in describing a Christmas festival
at the old South Street Church, Boston,
enters pretty largely into biography of
the lady Her maiden name was Eliza-
beth Foster She was born at Charles
town, where she resided until her marriage
with Isaac Goose when she became step
mother to ten children. AS if that was
not a sufficient family TO look after, she
by and by added six children of her own
to the number, making sixteen ''goslings"
in ALL 1t was rather a heavy handful,
and we do not wonder that she poured out
her feeling in the celebrated lines:
There was an old woman who lived in
a shoe:
She had so many children she didn't
know what to do"
To entertain her young flock Mrs. Goose
was in the habit of telling little stories in
prose and verse; and singing songs which
were highly relished. Though tasked, she
spent on the whole, an agreeable exist
ence. Her children having grown UP, she
was very much at her ease. Her daugh-
ter Elizabeth, became the wife of Thomas
Fleet, a printer in a small way in Bos-
ton, With this daughter Mrs. Goose, now
a widow, went to live, and had the salts
faction of singing her old songs to her in
FAINT grandson.
Now begins the literary history of Moth
er Goose. Fleet, the son-in-law was a
shrewd fellow, and, as a printer, he
thought he might turn penny by noting
down granny's nursery songs and sell
ing them IN a cheap and attractive form.
They were issued in a book under the
title, Songs for the Nursery; or, Mother
Gooses Melodies for Children. Printed
by T. Fleet at his Printing House, Lon
don, Pudding Lane, 1913. Price, two cop
pers." This little page also bore a large
cut of a veritable goose, with wide open
mouth, showing that the proverbial ir-
reverence of sons-in-law is not thing of
recent origin. We are told that old Moth
err Goose did not resent the pictorial illus
tration, but took it just as sweetly as
she had taken all the other trials of her
life. Possessing her soul in patience, and
gaddening the hearts of her grandchil-
dren, she lived until 1857, dying at the ad-
vanced age of 90.
There, then as we are assured. is the
true history of Mother Goose. How the
little books she originated have spread
over the world need not be specified.
Sowing the Seed
Have you had a kindness shown?"
Keep il not concealed;
To some lonely yearning soul
Let 1t be revealed.
When you have enjoyed the fruit,
Plant the precious seed
In anothers thankful heart
There to grow at need.
Thus example bears it on,
And the pilgrim sees
Down the weary path of time
Comfort-gvlng trees
Each one marking some good act,
Pity, int'rest, love
Till the leaf-crowned sentries reach
To the Throne above.
IF. w. G.. in the Tribune of New York
A Fair Lady
The conductor said Fare, lady" holding
out his open hand,
Though quite a handsome fellow, yet I'd
have him understand
That certain etiquette is due-no license
should he take;
And though he offers me his hand, the
same 1 will not shake"
Thus unused a maiden lady OF rather
doubtful age,
While the conductor vainly sought her at
tention TO engage;
Rut when he said Your ticket please"
she quickly understood
And hoped the nice conductor would not
think that she was rude.
Detroit Free Press.