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Show v f TX i N V p Cp T'T Pv TiJTD I Nfc' I f X tt VOL I. Hebuc, Wasatch County, Utah, .Monday, Oaroaim 20, 1850. No. -- ss- r-- HERALD. HUBER Editor and Manager. A Hatch Jr, r Entered at Haber Postojjice , as second' class mail matter . What if the sky is clouded? What if the rain comes do.n? They are all dressed to meet it THli In waterproof suits of brown. They nevr mope nor languish, Nor murmur at storm or heat. liut-say- . whatever the weather, Sweetest, sweet, sweet, 0 sweet! mO I 2 I SUBSCRIPTION PRICES. l t 5 t Always merry and busy, Dear little brown winged birds! Teach me the happy magic hidden in those soft words. Which always in shine or shadow So lovingly you 'repeat Over and over and over, Sweetest, sweet, sweet; 0 sweet! i$ per year, 50 cents for half a year aai 25 ce.ita for 3months, if you want to subscribe call at this office and see us SWEETEST, SWEET, 0 SWEET! Over my shaded doorway Two little brown winged birds Have chosen to fashion their dwelling And utter their loving words; All day they are going and coming On errandsjrequent and fleet, And warbling over and oveo -- Sweetest, sweet, sweet, O sweet! Thdr necks are changeful and shiningr Their eyes are like living gems, And all day long they are busy Gathering straws and stems, Lint, and feathers, and grasses, And half for g ting to eat, Yet never failing to warble, Sweetest, sweet, sweet, 0 sweet! ' - tt j t- - i ! 1 scatter crumbs on the door step And fling them some flossy threads, They fearlessly gather my bounty And turn up their graceful heads, And chatter and dance and flutter And scrape with their tiny feet, Telling me over and over, I j t ! V 1 i r i f ; Sweetest, sweet, sweet, 18. 0 sweet! ' ' - 'Arut-lWEIFori- f. A LITTLE FELLOWS There is a wee fellow in one of the surburban towns who combines in his small frame a sense of justice and a 'fund of humor quite su fficienl fora mans of much larger growth. A feu days ago he had a sever pain in that part of his anatomy especially devoted to infantile aches, and in this case as in many others the stern visitation resulting from an unlicensed indulgence in green fruit. Mamma, asked the inquiring you in one of the intervals in which he had leisure to indulge in abstract specu- - lation, mamma, who gave me gins pain, God? Yes, Frankie; God did. . |
