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but dignified in the veiled grandeur of their character, as a class. Affliction, whether they feel

it or not, elevates them in our eyes, and the unBEAUTIFUL Gossamer! cheerfully weaving

assuming simplicity that distinguishes beings so Festoons for fairy-land, brilliant and gay ;.

utterly helpless, presents them to us in an aspect Art thou here to remind us that summer is leaving- gaining an immediate passport to the better part

so meek and affecting, that they cannot fail in That earth's sweetest treasures are passing of our nature. In their patience they teach us

both humility and fortitude. In their cheerfulI h ar thy soft whisper of joys, yet beguiling

ness we may learn how easy is the task of being

satisfied with our own condition. And in their Our sorrow at bidding sweet summer adieu ;

blameless lives, how much depends the secret of I see the bright sun on thy lov'd labor smiling, And Nature has gilded thy garments with dew. controlling our passions, upon the necessity of

looking less to the external actions of men, and

more into our own hearts. I've roam'd through the forest, and welcomed with pleasure

The human face only is theirs; but though Thy light silv'ry thread as it danced on the the light which stamps it with the glory of divinity,

break breeze;

not from the eye, it shines in the heart, And sought 'midst the leaves for thy wreaths as a otherwise is it that the habitual smile of a blind

and emanates from the whole countenance. Why treasure,

man is so ineffably radiant and serene ? and why That Nature bestows on her favorite trees.

is it that it is habitual ? Because the lustre of Dost thou think the bright leaves are ere long heart, communicate at all times to the features

a pure mind, and the meekness of an inoffensive doom'd to sever, That thou bindest around them affection's soft an expression of more touching grace than could thread

the beauty of the most lustrous eye without them,

W.C. Or the cold blast of winter will waft them for ever Where summer's sweet flowers lie withered and dead ?

THE SPEED OF TIME. Or, wouldst thou retain them awhile, to remind us Fly where we will, age will overtake us.

That we too must wither, and fade as a leaf ? Moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, That when time shall sever the strong ties that years, - pass away like a flitting cloud. If man

must fade, so must woman. Beauty tarries not Affection still lives for the mourner's relief? very long

Neither rouge, artificial ringlets, nor

all the resources of the toilet, can retard the reThy presence I trace on the trees' lofty spire, lentless progress of that terrible foe to beauty, And mark thy fantastic designs on the sod ;

Time. But every one must have noticed how Whilst Nature invites us to gaze and admire

lightly his hand rests upon some, how heavily The work of a creature whose maker is God.

upon others. Whenever you see in an old person a smooth unwrinkled forehead, a clear eye, and

a pleasing cheerful expression, be sure her life has FUGITIVE THOUGHTS,

been passed in that comparative tranquillity of THE BLIND.

mind, which depends less upon outward vicis

situdes than internal peace of mind. How sweet, how placid, how amiable, is the

A good conscience is the greatest preservative disposition of the gentle blind! Though dark to

of beauty. Whenever we see pinched-up features, external nature, how obvious are the evidences full of lines, and thin curling lips, -we may judge of a serene spirit within them! Who ever knew of petty passions, envy, and ambition, which have their passions to flow in any other current than

worn out their owner. High and noble thoughts that which was smooth, and calm, and peaceful ? leave behind them noble and beautiful traces.

On the countenances of those who have been Meanness of thought, and selfishness of feeling, early blind, or blind from their birth, are depicted league with Time to unite age and ugliness tonone of the deep or startling traces of crime-few gether. Fresh air, pure simple food, and exereven of the haggard furrows of care or suffering. cise, mental and bodily, with an elevated ambiGod seems in pity to have almost removed them tion, - will confer on the greatest age a dignified from the contagion of human depravity, and if beauty, in which youth is deficient. the glories of nature and the thousand inlets to

There are many men and women, at sixty, enjoyment which they open are withheld from younger in appearanee and feeling than others at their hearts, so also are the innumerable temp. and they are good company to the very last,

forty. They are neither fidgetty nor fretful; tations wbich come in along with them. God, in depriving them of the good, has mercifully removed

When once decay has seized upon the brain, the corresponding evil; and as those temptations and memory totters, then have we lost all that of life which would render sight necessary, are

renders life supportable, wisely kept back, so will it be found that a querulous perception of their logs, and an impatience THE POETRY OF YOUTH AND AGE. under their condition, are not among the number of their afflictious.

"When I am a man," is the poetry of ChildThere is, to a man who can feel the philosophy hood. When I was young," is the poetry of of a humane heart, much that is not only touching | Old Age.




ANOTHER CHAPTER ON LITTLE CHILDREN. in dandling it on her arm, and being

delighted to receive the baby-compliments of

her friends, who, of course, never fail to HE YOUNG of most animals are find considerable likeness between its chin

interesting. But, for interest and that of the sire And as for the eyes, ing both eye and heart, there

“there is the mother all over in them." is NOTHING IN THIS WORLD Byron has an exquisite passage respecting equal to a rosy, giggling, the mother and her infant :curly-headed little child, ar

The wife rived at that age when the Blest into mother, in the innocent look, mind begins to bud forth in accents of Or even the piping cry of lips that brook wonder and curiosity. There are some No pain, and small suspense--a joy perceives people in the world, who “can't bear

Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook children.” Whenever my reader meets with

She sees her little bud put forth its leaves. one of these child-haters, he may "write The age when a child is both interesting him down” as “wanting.". His heart is out and beautiful, is mostly between three and of tune, as certainly as his eye is covered four. It is now that the miniature of life with the mist of surliness and ill-nature.

begins to develop a definite trace of feature The greatest men of antiquity (generally and of grace-that the eye is glassed with speaking) have been fond of children. Some the young beam of intellect; and that the of the master-spirits of modern times are tongue, like a rapid stream, prattles away in equally so. OURSELF for instance (!) We voluble but indistinct utterance. Yonder, positively doat upon children; and a late on a sunny slope, is a curly-pated urchin, particular friend of ours once saw a vener- frolicking about in the glittering grass-dow able preacher, whom he pronounced to be chasing a butterfly, and now his own the first orator he ever heard-rolling on the shadow ; blowing a

pussy-cat" in the air, carpet of his study, with some of his and then lying on the grass, to eye the children performing similar evolutions heavens, and wishing for a pleasant ride around him. Should the reader, therefore, on the back of those dolphin-figured clouds ! happen to be a child hater, he will have the Let us call the chubby rogue to us, and politeness not to read this essay. He will survey his face and form.* assuredly be unable to sympathise with any Well, here he is, dressed in a Lilliputian of its sentiments, and he will ridicule a surtout, which is girt with a belt, and looks picture of infantine scenes.

quite warlike. The collar is open at the According to the motherly custom which neck; and reveals the unconscious swell of a has descended from the days of Methuselah bosom, pure as the “unsunned snow.” to the present most auspicious period, we are What juvenile nobleness—what an innocent bound to admire every lady's “first- hardihood there is on that white brow, born” when we have the happiness of where the wild ringlets dance about in beholding it perched on her arm, and incased clusters, like grape-bunches on a windy day! in a tube of long clothes. ". What an Upon its sleek surface, the veins may

be exquisite eye! What a sweet little nose! traced meandering along their course, and What a darling little chin! What a sweet, carrying, in their silky tubes, blood, fresh —what a beautiful baby!”

and vigorous as joy. Who shall describe that Now this is nothing but complimentary laughing pair of eyes? There is in them mummery. The babe has scarcely the look a glitter of pleasure and purity—a soft, conof actual existence as yet; and we might as fiding expression, rolling across their azure well prate about the breathing graces of a orbs--that no pen can picture. Who shall clay model. At this age, the “ babe" is define their flash of astonishment, when the interesting--but nothing like beautiful. A glories of Nature first open on their view ? nose, shaped like the knuckle-bone of a their timid glance of awe, when the ocean finger-pea-sized eyes winking against the first heaves its myriad hillocks before them? light-a chubby head, with a crown like a

How truly beautiful are the lips of chilwarming-pan-and a round mouth, resem.

dren! A host of smiles seems nestled there; bling the glass peep-hole to a puppet show- and when they expand, and disclose the have nothing to do with “beauty." No ivory array just peeping up behind themallusion has been made to the com- there is something almost beyond expression plexion, which, as the most accomplished playing around them. But if a stranger can nurse must allow, at this time, very much find a pleasure in looking on the little porresembles that of a tallow" dip.” Nevertheless, as before observed, the little creature

* I am of course treating of children dressed is interesting; and Mamma is perfectly right as they ought to be dressed. I speak not of the

deformities of modern times—those abortive See Volume III., page 49.

" apologies" for human figures. Vo: . IV.-11.



traiture of a man, what is the pure and deep we have any real recollections of what we delight of the mother when it is tripping were in the earliest bloom of childhood. We along by her side, holding her finger and are accustomed to observe the habits of pouring out its pretty babble! How exqui- children around us; and therefore naturally site, to her eyes, is the dawn of mind, daily conclude they are but such as ours were in emerging, and developing itself in a thou- their stage of pigmy existence. Yet can we sand artless and importunate queries ! Aud well remember the time when we were fond of those who have not the happiness to be dabbling in a puddle, or putting a shell to parents may imagine something of the feel- our ear, and listening to its sea-roar! We ing which glows through a father's bosom, love, too, to fancy ourselves humming away when his child is standing between his at a sunny window-riding a family dog knees, patting its tiny hands, shaking its down the green-plotted garden, or creeping ringlets, and lisping out sundry delicious along to put salt on sparrows' tails. Al impertinences.

this, ridiculous as it now is, frequently sugAt these moments, how fondly he glances gests itself to our memories, when we survey from the mother to the child, and then, in the revelries of children, and seem to recolprophetic visions, beholds the future career lect our feats and adventures. of his darling boy! Alas! those visions are The most important day that I can rememnot unclouded.

ber of my childhood, is that on which I was Anguish must riot in that guileless breast; breeched. I perfectly recollect, that I many a tear must quiver down that cheek thought myself as mighty a personage as of purity, ere the boy shall ripen into the the Emperor Fum himself. With what

Still, the same viewless hand that imperial glances I surveyed my little shapehas steered the father onward through life, less Tom Thumb body, now for the first may extend its guidance to the son. He time bagged in manly trousers. No lignum. may one day be a father, and, like himself, vitae peg-top, spun by a clever hand, ever be musing on his merry-eyed boy! Hope reeled about in such a giddy delirium as I brightens away the gloom of fancy, and the did this day! How magnificent was the translated feelings of his heart, at this middle row of glittering buttons on my moment, are

waistcoat! What a fine thing it was, that I

should be able to climb a knotty tree, and IIail to this teeming stage of life ; Hail, lovely miniature of life!

poke myself through a briary hedge without Lamb of the world's extended fold ;

the awful sound of torn petticoats ! I rePilgrim of many cares untold !

member wellbeing called into the parlour, Fountain of hopes, and doubts, and fears ;

and turned almost topsy-turvy for the gratiSweet promise of ecstatic years !

fication of friends who were anxious to How fondly coull I bend the knee

compliment me on my “first appearance" And turn idolator to thee!

in breeches ! Did my reader ever seat an infant on his

I should like to see an able analysis of a knee, and tell to its delighted ear some mar

baby's mind,-if mind it may be called. It vellous tale? It is one of the loveliest sights is a subject of considerable interest ; and in the world to mark the fixed attention of one that frequently leads to many absurd

One thing its eye, the drooping lip, and the pensive speculations about materialism. gravity of its manner; while the wondrous seems evident: that for a month after an deeds of a giant-killer, or of some other infant's birth there is scarcely any mind in tremendous personage that figures away in it. That which prompts its piping cry is paint and print, are waking childish fancies mere instinct ; and when the appetite is into fears. By-the-bye, if mammas will satisfied, it relapses into a dozing state, a condescend to take counsel in the flagellat- senseless helplessness. It is almost on a ing department, an engaging story, in stormy level with an automaton. By degrees, howor sullen hours, may very beneficially be ever, the visage begins to clothe itself with substituted for that manual process which is the light of life. The eye appears capable so dishonorably affecting --so revolting to of distinguishing an object, and betrays a humanity!

consciousness of terror or delight; while the How indistinct and imperfect are our outstretched hand, together with a plaintive recollections of babyhood ! When

wail, explain its desire for an object. * At attempt to retrace the incidents of that last, the voice is enabled to vent itself in period, we lose ourselves in a maze of asso- words ; the feet begin to walk; the memory ciations and remembrances. 'Tis like look awakens ; and something like a mind is dising from a mountain-top over the misty vale below. There are numberless objects before natural affections in all their purity and intensity,

# For the occasional development of the us; but they are only to be discovered in at a very early period of life-see an article enparts. We are dazzled with indistinctness; titled "A Child's Heart," in Volume III., and indeed it may almost be doubted whether page 209.



covered in the child. Thus mind and body all this, we may balance the daily improveseem intimately and mysteriously connected ment it occasions. It is highly interesting with each other. Time is requisite to ripen to watch a child anatomise a toy, push his the former, and to strengthen the latter. pin-fingers into a flower, or examine the

Mimicry and curiosity are strongly exhi- | inside of a box of bells. How eagerly he bited in the habits of children. The imita- scrutinises a stray button! How rapturously tive faculty is developed before articulation he unravels the wiry entrails of a pad, and is perfect; and it might make a stoic (barbarous little knave !) dissects the villainsmile to observe the puny but ardent efforts ous wasp that has just stung him! But, if of an infant, to imitate any manual maneuvre you wish to feed his curiosity to the utmost it beholds while throned on the nurse's arms. -—if you do not regard a few pounds for When the infant has grown into the child, enjoying the spectacle-give the child your mimicry becomes stronger than ever. What watch, and tell him to serve it as he pleases. presumption does a little rogue display on What a cunning spark will dance in his eyes à rocking-horse! He has seen a picture at the sight of it! see with what joy he puts of Wellington on his charger—and why it to his ear-tick !-tick I-tick !-uncomshould be not sit like him, when straddling monly strange! Where does that "tick" on a painted piece of wood ? Papa plays a come from? Presently, you will observe popular air, to please his son, on the flute. him in great trouble to uncover the lid-'tis Just leave that son, who is barely two feet done! See what rapture plays over the high, in the room; and you will presently child's countenance, now the inside of the hear him sputtering away, and imitating watch is bared to his view! His gaze of “ Pop goes the Weazel" in most laborious surprise would puzzle any painter of the day squeaks.

to represent it on his canvass. But, as I said If there he any danger in imitating its before, you must not wonder if your watch elders, it generally happens that the child is presently anatomised ! is the more anxious for rivalship. Nothing benevolent mind, when he quoted to Dr.

Fox gave an exquisite sample of his but the actual endurance of some pain or Parr, who frowned away two children from punishment will vanquish its self-will. What

their innocent gambolsa grand sight it is to see a GREAT BOY" divide a pop-gun stick into two parts by one "Et puer es; nec te quicquam nisi ludere oportet; cut! The child must mimic him. He

Lude; decent annos mollia regna tuosque.” obtains the knife and the stick-and chops It is no wonder that Fox felt a passing half a finger off. But ere this, papa has pleasure in observing a couple of urchins displayed a pistol. What an admirable- engaged, heart and soul, at play. In truth what a delicious trick it will be, if his son it is a pretty spectacle. Indeed, we may get (affectionately christened “Sly. boots”) can a glimpse of the future man by marking the pop one of those "funny things,” the pistols! child when he trundles his hoop, or giggles If papa has any brains, he will lock his at a game at puss in the corner. The fearpistols up, or he may be saluted with a less tone of joy, the giddy laugh which leaden pill in his stomach on some inauspi- hurries away on the breeze, or ihe undisguised cious morning; or perhaps see his "darling frown of displeasure, and the clinched hand William" meditating over "dear Emily," to upraised—all are characteristics by which a whom he has unfortunately paid a similar spectator may venture to determine how the compliment.

man would act; what energies he will reveal of childish curiosity, what might not be in pleasure or in woe. written! And how they puzzle us, too! It is a good omen, when a child plays with They cannot see, in their innocence, why spirit and venturesome vigor. He will herecertain questions should not be asked; aiter enter into the game of life with as much whilst we, in our craftiness, see every reason earnestness as he engages in a game of why they should not be answered. The marbles. We all remember how a celebrated child “smells a rat," and soon becomes as Grecian, when a boy, threw himself before "cunning” as we are. Children, now-a-days, an approaching wagon rather than have the are tutored in deception from their very marbles disturbed in the “pound." The cradle; and are industriously taught that same dauntlessness marked his career to the “ innocence" is a vice. When we

were grave. On this account, it is injudicious in young, we were told that we were “no- parents to birch their children for mishaps body." We believed it. Tell our children which take place in the heat of play. They this, now !

should not regard a few uncrowned hats, But curiosity, which is so strongly exem- unseated trousers, or rent pin-befores. plified in children, ought rather to be en- Children ought not to be brought up as if couraged than punished. Sometimes, it must they were made of plaster-of-Paris, or as if be granted, curiosity leads to burnt thumbs, a winter's gust would blow them to pieces. frizzled hair, and wet shoes. But, against | Let them be permitted to climb, ride, ewim,

it is so


and-fight (and bravely too), when their must those ruddy cheeks and laughing eyes “ honor” is in peril. Å boy who will not be too soon rendered" thoughtful.” Sorrow doff his coat, and marshal bis fists on such will come quite early enough; and bring an occasion, will grow up a milk-livered man. with it its usual train of anxieties indescribI know that tender mothers will shake their able. heads at me for patronising infant pugilism; “low”—50 “ dangerous ".--80 " un- be brought in after dinner to go through

The day is happily gone by, for children to genteel "_" teaches such bad habits.” This sundry recitals of “Turn, gentle Hermit of is all moonshine and vapor-worse than sour caudle. As if two little fellows, with fists the Dale,”. &c. Let all other follies and

“ mistakes" about the size of walnuts, could do them- Nature requires-nay insists upon it, that in

become equally obsolete. selves any serious mischief! were any evil in learning self-defence and the infancy and childhood art must be dispensed laws of honor !

with, if it be desired that our offspring should We have omitted an extremely pretty sight

be“ healthy." Therefore, good people, let among the sports of children—a child at play C, till curiosity ask for it. Then will all go

bairns be “natural. your

Lay aside A B with a kitten. itself a most poetical object, when pouncing smoothly and safely. on a fly, playing leap-frog with a sun-beam, If we had fifty of these little “ bread-andor circling about and suapping at its own butter innocents"-which Heaven forefend ! tail. But when accompanied by a little -all of them should go tumbling about in the child, the unison of simplicity and friskiness bright-haired meads, revelling in gooseis charmingly attractive. The kitten puts berries, currants, elicampane, and laughing itself on an immediate equality with the their very hearts out in an overflow of child; bridges its dotted hack, whisks its joy. tail, and paws and purs, and prances with Thus endeth this “Chapter on Little the coyest playfulness imaginable. The child Children.” coops down before it with eyes in a glitter of delight, scratches the board with his finger, flickers a tempting slip of tape around

THE JOYS OF LIFE. its head, and, like Lesbia with her favorite cock-sparrow,

“Nil desperandum !" primum digitum dare appetenti, Et acres solet incitare morsus.

Let us not be cast down by the hand of despair, And this I maintain to be an extremely pretty The heart that makes sorrow or sadness its guest,

Nor picture the future with sorrow and care ; spectacle,

Expels those kind feelings it ought to love Lest. A few more lines touching a subject on which half the world are mad—and the re- Oh, why should we doubt, though the sun for a mainder very little better; and this childish while chapter shall be concluded. One of the most Withdraw from our presence his bright happy insensate plans in the rearing of children is smile? that of harnessing them with the trammels of We yet have the joy that contentment bestows, “education before they can hardly dis. And the pleasure that ever from gratitude flows. tinguish their nose from their mouth. "Tis enough to make the child sick of the world, The sweet tones of Friendship still fall on the ear, and die out of spite. Let this be altered, ye And who would in doubt and despondency mope,

Relieving from sorrow the heart they would cheer; mammas of old England !

When a path lies before us enlivened by hope ? Don't seek to place " old heads upon young shoulders.” It will not do. The brain of a Hope smiles kindly on us when summer is gone, child must not be trilled with. Stuff it with And hails the bright buds as the spring-tide draws a Babel fabric of modern science, and it will on ; bend, perhaps break, beneath the weight. It beams on all nature, o’er forest and plain, If your child must be a prodigy of wisdom, And guides the brave ship as she rides o'er the be it so. In later years, perhaps, the arena

main. of its showing-off will be a lunatic asylum. Nature cannot be outraged without a high The poor little bird, when deprived of its nest, moral offence being committed. The sin

Commences again with an increase of zest;

Again and again it completes it with care, will be visited heavily on the parent.

Let children be children. Watch the bent And dies from fatigue, ere it yields to despair. of their minds. Treasure up everything that Then be not cast down, nor give place unto sorrow, indicates their natural bias. But interfere Contentment will lessen the cares of the morrow; not with their sports and harmless amuse- With Faith for our guide we need never be sad, ments. There is plenty of time yet for care Whilst GRATITUDE makes the heart merry and to be placed upon these innocent brows; nor glad.

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