Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 February 1875 — Minnie’s Lectures. [ARTICLE]

Minnie’s Lectures.

[ A Course of Lectures delivered before Miss Kitty Kat by Mies Minnie Marsh, ace live and a half.] . ’ LECTURE I. Kitty, come here a few minutes, I want to ’peak to you. I want to talk to you ’bout yourse’l. Do you h« ar what I It is meetin’ now, and we’ll make believe the minister p’eaches; so you must not play with a ball or anynn,’ ’cause I’m goiu’ to say somefin’ ’portant. (Mamma says I don t say my words all right, but I guess you won’t know the diflubce!) O Kitty, I lay my hand on my heart when I tell you, you are not a little girl like me and Purdy and Dotty; I’m afraid you are nuffin’ but a little ammal! See ine walk; you doin’t walk the way I do. You are way down close to the floor, so folks step on you. It’s awful, but I think it would be awfuller if you was a spider, or a sketo, or a great dog; yes 1 do. Do you member the new pimmor I bringed you? You wouldn’t look at the pictures; you went and played with your tall. Animals don’t know any better —

they are just as ignernant as heedens — that’s what they call ’em, the heeden. - My«dear Kitty, it’s dreadful to be a heeden and a little ammal! I love you, I want you to be spettable. There, now, you’ve went and runnedround in meetin’, ’fore meetin’s done I Makes me feel bad to see how you do act. I pity you, Miss Kitty' Kat. Your mother don’t ’struct you a bit, and you don’t go to your aunt’s and grandpa’s and cousin’s, ’cause you haven’t dot any. You don’t wear shoes, and you won’t wear ’em, ’cause I made you some and put ’em on, and you shook ’em off. Well, 1 guess meetin’s' done now, ’cause you’ve runned away. LECTURE 11. Here you are, Kitty Kat, on the rug. I’ve been flnkin’ 'bout you in my heart. Now you sit still, and don’t you play with my dress and wibbins.l must make a few more 'marks to you—hush, meetin’s begun! Well, when I ’peaked to you before, I pitied you dreffly, but Aunt Susy says no matter if you was a ammal. Do you hear that? Now hush purring and look in my face. When God made you He knew he was making a kitty, and He meant you to be a kitty all the time; -so you can’t help being close to the floor where folks step on you, you can’t help being a little ammal. No, you can’t, you little darling. Aunt Susy savs so, and my teacher says so, and they know. So I’ve changed my ’pinion ’bout you, Kitty Kat. Yes, now I know God meant tor you to have tour feet and be a coduped (that’s what the teacher calls you). He ’tended you to run round and act so bad when I want you to get your Sunday-school lesson. So I shan’t scold you any more. Auntie says you eat a mouse ’cause you was made to eat a mouse. Hebbenly Father didn’t tend for you to have fingers, and sit at the table and have a doll, and be little folks. No, He ’tended for you to say, “ mew, mew,” and wash your face, and run into the woodpile; so you may. Auntie says old Brindle is a cow, ’cause the Hebbenly Father wanted him to be a cow. She’s Auntie Susie, ’cause He wanted her to be Auntie Susie. The President wouldn’t stand up straight with two feet like me if God hadn’t want ed him to. I s’pose God wanted somethin’ sides folks, and that’s why he made codupeds. So, now, don’t you feel bad ’bout what I said the other day, for I’ve changed my ’pinion. You’re a real ’spectable coduped; now you may go. Meetin’s done. Good-by, Kitty Kat. I don’t cry for you any more in my heart.—Congregationalist.