MINE SCHILDHOOD.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 142, 21 August 1880, Page 4

MINE SCHILDHOOD.

Der schiltren clhey vas put in ped, All tucked oup for der niglult ; I dakes mine pipe der mantel off, Und by der fireside pright I dinks aboudt vhen I vas young— Off moder, who vas tead, Und how at nighdt—like I do Hans— She tucked me oup to ped. I mindt me off mine fader too, Und how he yoost to say, ‘ Poor poy, you haf a hardt old’t row To hoe, und leetle blay ! ’ I find me out dot id vas drue Vot mine old fader said, Virile smoodhing down mine flaxen hair Und tucking me in ped. Der oldt folks ! Id vas like a dhream To speak off deni like dot. Gretchen und I vas ‘ oldt folks ’ now, Und haf two schiltren got. Ye loves dhem more as nefer vas, Each leedle curly head, Und efry nighdt ve dakes dhem oup Und tucks dhem in dheir ped. Budt dhen, somedimes, vhen 1 feels plue, Und all dings lonesome seem, I vish I vas dot poy again, Und dis vas all a dhream. I vant to kiss mine moder vonce, Und vhen mine brayer vas said, To haf mine fader dake me oup Und tuck me in mine ped. —Harper s RPonthly.