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THE END OF CHILDHOOD
[A PROSE POEM]
Child of artificiality!— whence comèst
thou? Thy nose is red with thy dyspepsia, and the
curvature of thy spine increaseth daily.
I come, O my Mamma! from sweet perusal of a tale of good children, and from other rambles through the Magazine of the Daughter of good King Herod.
Truly therein have I found much edificatien and a fostering of a desire for my improvement.
I come, O my Mamma! from mailing a conundrum for the Magazine of St. Herodias.
And also I have written, O my Mamma! a poem to appear in the forthcoming issue.
Finally I come from founding The Good Children's Society, against abuse of the whole inferior creation; and your daughter, O my Mamma! has been elected President of the same.
Is not this my ninth birthday? O dearest Mamma!
Is it not time I was enrolled among the doers?
I come from instructing my ignorant grandparent in the improved method of withdrawing the albumenous particles from a gallinaceous deposit.
I come from thankfully reflecting on the happiness of my own youth.. O dearest Mamma! the Magazine of the Daughter of good King Herod was not printed in your childhood.
Sweet is knowledge, O my Mamma! sweeter even than either gum or goodies, or than a large amount of the best maple candy.
I come, O my Mamma! from sweet perusal of a tale of good children, and from other rambles through the Magazine of the Daughter of good King Herod.
Truly therein have I found much edificatien and a fostering of a desire for my improvement.
I come, O my Mamma! from mailing a conundrum for the Magazine of St. Herodias.
And also I have written, O my Mamma! a poem to appear in the forthcoming issue.
Finally I come from founding The Good Children's Society, against abuse of the whole inferior creation; and your daughter, O my Mamma! has been elected President of the same.
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I come from instructing my ignorant grandparent in the improved method of withdrawing the albumenous particles from a gallinaceous deposit.
I come from thankfully reflecting on the happiness of my own youth.. O dearest Mamma! the Magazine of the Daughter of good King Herod was not printed in your childhood.
Sweet is knowledge, O my Mamma! sweeter even than either gum or goodies, or than a large amount of the best maple candy.
And I looked. And that Mother laid her Child on
the lap of her motherly solicitude.
There was wailing. Also the Child wept.
The face of that Child was hidden from me. What I saw rejoiced me exceedingly. Verily, I said, there is yet a Mother in Israel. Haply a remnant that has not bowed down to the Baalambs.
There was wailing. Also the Child wept.
The face of that Child was hidden from me. What I saw rejoiced me exceedingly. Verily, I said, there is yet a Mother in Israel. Haply a remnant that has not bowed down to the Baalambs.
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