Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 June 1877 — Take the Baby. [ARTICLE]

Take the Baby.

Oh, yes; take the baby along by all means. Babies love dearly to ride in the cars and toddle about in steamboats. Why, the baby is the life of the party. Have not whole rooms full of people been entertained by one—hour after hour? Sleeping or waking, the Dretty little creature, that can lisp a little English or Frepclt—one can hardly tell which—is the universal delight, and many a party has been stupid just for want of one. In olden times, when they used to journey in stages, a lady who had a sweet little child with her could scarcely call it her own tne whole way, the gentlemen were so fond of carrying, keeping and kissing it. Even the bachelors loved to play with and dandle it on their knees, though at first they might be a little bashful and awkward in taking hold of the strange and unaccustomed thing. But the smiles and winning ways of the baby were always irresistible and sure to overcome at last the most, obstinate. People love babies as they do flowers*. Gentlemen, especially, who like flowers, like babies—the sweetest of them all to carry in their hands—just as they would pm acarnation in their buttou holes.

How babies and butterflies do swarm in summer, to be sure. It is then they are on the wing. Pray do not try to keep them from flying about and alighting here and there when something strikes their saucy, opening and shutting their bauds and wings awhile, then flitting away again. Ye that have babies, do not go pleasuring without them. Better leave your purse behind, kwill be less missed, flie light of your eyes will be quenched and your tongue will miss its inspiration What a literally-everlasting topic is the baby. She does this, she did that. Baby laughed in her sleep! Her mother does believe it was because she saw something which one so lately lrom the skies could only behold. Baoy can say this word, and hides away sometimes from her mamma, though all but her nose and eyes are in plain sight. Ye wuo have no baby don’t know what a fountain of pure felicity it is. The baby is the light and joy of the whole house. The sweet little creature is the brightest jewel in your cabinet, and ornamental to your drawing-room; the choicest garland in your garden; most inexhaustible of enteraining company. There is no solitude where a baby is. Care and trouble disappear at the approach of the laughing little child. She is chloroform to your anxletjes, and exhilarating gas to your pleasure. —Detroit Free Frett. —ln most places “a stone’s throw,” “ five minutes’ walk,” etc., are used for measures for short distances. In Dubuque, however, they speak of a place as being “ within the bawl of a mule.”