THE NEW BABY—BOY'S SOLILOQUY.

Westport Times, Volume IV, Issue 702, 25 August 1870, Page 3

THE NEW BABY—BOY'S SOLILOQUY.

Yes, there's another of 'em up-stairs now. I lcnowd it 'cause papa told me I must be quiet, and sit down in the corner with my books, and mustn't play ball nor ask "Willie Smart to come in and help me to put my new puzzle together. Then there's a cross nurse that's always scolding me for getting in her way, no matter where I get. Besides Miss G-adell was here to-day, and she took me on her knee, patted me on the back just like the cook does when .I'm choking, and said my nose was another degree out of joint, but I know better, for this is the third time she has told me so, and it is no more out of joint than it ever was. She's a hateful, goggle-eyed old maid—that's what she is. I saw it too. It's got a little, round, red head, without any hair, with great deep wrinkles instead of eyes, and when it cries it opens its mouth, as though it meant to swallow itself. Pa helped me upon the side of the bed, and_ told me to kiss my dear, pretty little sister; and when I wouldn't, and called it a horrid, ugly little thing, he said I was a naughty boy, and shook me —said I ought to be ashamed. I didn't get to kisa my ma at all. I knew her better than to try it, for once when another baby came I climbed up on the bed, and, putting my arms around her neck, hugged and kissed her; but all the time I had my right knee on the baby's head; so I was whipped, and put in my crib without any supper, because I didn't know it was there. Little Annie thinks it's nice to have

a new sister; but she was the baby before and don't know anything about it. I can remember, long, long ago, ma used to call me her "sweet little darluig," and pa. dandlod me on his foot, and eaid 1 was a "line fellow," and aunt Julia declared that 1 was a 'perfect angel:" but then Tom came, and all my pretty toys were given to hini 'cause he was the baby, and I was cuffed and scolded by everybody 'cept grandma, and she's good"to me yet, though there's been two other new ones since.

I wonder where all the babies come from? Ma says the Lord sends them. I wish he wouldn't send any more to our house; we've got more'n enough now. It might be nice for them if they could stay little always, but they have to grow big after a while; but then ain't they better off than the rest of folks? I rather think, if I was a baby, I'd ask the Lord to send me where I'd not grow any bigger, and then I'd have nothing to do but to lie on my back and chew my toes, and have folks say I was the "darlingcst, cunningest little creature they ever laid their eyes on."