The Butcher-Knife, Volume 1, Number 2, Danville, Hendricks County, 9 May 1857 — Page 4

A CURIOUS QUESTION. BY EtENCER W. CONE. A daughter! Well, what brought Iicr? Kilty asks "How came she here?" Half with joy and half with fear. Kitty is our eldest child, i Eight years old, rather wild Wild in manner, but in mind Wishing all things well defined. Kitty says "How came she here, Father? Tell me. It's queer. Yesterday we had no sister, Else I'm sure I should have missed her When I went to bed last night; And tills morning hailed her sight With a strange and new delight. For, indeed, it passes all To have a sister not so tali As my doll; and with blue eyes; And I do declare it cries! Last night I did'nt see her, lather; Or, I'm sure, I had much rather Stayed at home as still as a mouse, Thau played all day at grandma's house. She is so pretty and so tiny; And, what makes her face so shiny? Will it always be like that? Will she swell up, plump and fat, Like my little doll; or tall, Like my wax one? Tell me all All about her, papa, dear, For I do so long to hear

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Your's and mamma's bran new daughter." A daughter another daughter: And the question is, "What brought hcrS" Spcnce, our bey, but three years old,, Says the ri---fT -', f""

A Loving Blunder. Two young gentlemen met, a few evening ago, at the house of an acquaintance, some young ladies, for one of whom each gentleman entertained tender feelings. In a spirit of frolic one of the young ladies blew out the lamp, and our two friends, thinking it a favorable moment to make known the state of their feelings to the fair object of their regard, moved their seats at the same instant, and placed themselves, as they supposed, by the lady's side; but she had also moved, and the gentlemen were, in reality, next to each other. As our friends could not speak without betraying their whereabouts, they both gently took, as they thought, the soft little hand of the charmer; and when, after awhile, they ventured to give a tender pressure, each was enraptured to find it returned with an unmistakable squeeze. It may be well imagined that moments flew rapidly to this silent interchane of mutual affection. But the ladies, wondering at the unusual silence of the gentlemen, one of them noiselessly slipped out and suddenly returned wish a light. Here sat our friend, most lovingly squeezing each other's hands and supreme delight beaming in their eyes. Their consternation and the ecstacy of the ladies may be imagined, but not described. Both gentlemen bolted, and one was af-- " rard heard to to say that he thought V while Miss -'s hand felt rather

Only an Irishman. Mr. Richardson, of (he North Iowa Times must be a "son of the sod" and "a broth of a boy" to boot. No doubt he thinks that "if the field of fame be lost, 'twill not be by an Irishman. Hear him: Strange. The daughter of J. G. Baker, one of the most wealthy and respectable citizens of New York, has married her father's coachman, an Irishman named Dean! Ex. "Vtl, vot of it?" Did'nt Gen. Jackson's mother marry "an Irishman?" Did'nt the mother of President Buchanan marry "an Irishmen." Isn't Charles O'Conner, the pride of the New York Bar "an Irishman?" Does not Irish blood in liberal quantities, course the veins of the best living talent of England or America? Do not the records of the glorious dead prove to us that Irelar and down trodden as she furnished a large shargr names known to Histo were Wellington, T lips, Curran, Mathew and -"Strange!" in the sense yc had the good s per-tendum) ' shanghai her for ' under war'