The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-09-09
CHILDHOOD.
ooh. give me still the memories
That hallow every scene,
Which stirred my bounding bosom,
When existence was all greenn'
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Hove children. delight TO listen TO
their innocent prattle, and to take part in
their little amusemen,s--to feel a cnnmu-
MY OF interest with them. III their enjoy
ments and recreations. There is nothing
on earth so unaffected, so opcn. so frank
as childhood How the light laugh CUR
giles up from their young and unsophis-
.lcated hearts;-They have not been out
INTO the world-they have Not vet learn.
ed TO disg uise their emolion-lo disscm-
bic to smile, when their hearts arc rank :
ling with envy or hate. or to weep when
they secretly rejoice. They arc as an o.
pen book, in which one may read all that
they are-all that they feel.
There are not wanting those, who have
an utter avertion 10 children-who well
nigh hale them. For myself, wan, little
better evidence of bad, ungcncrous heart
and prone as | am TO think kindly of
my species, ! could almost say, sI.et no
such man be trusted He can have small
enjoyment in himself and is certainly lit
tie calculated to contribute to the happ-
ness of others, who cannot look with
pure pleasure, upon the innocence and
arllessness, and hilarity Of youth. To
me, the playful sports, the laughing coun-
lenanees, the beamng eyes of children,
unpractis' d, as yet, in the busy world IT,
pom which they are entering with such
light hcarts-are a complete anlidote
against cnnui-or depression Of spirits.
remember, that during a residence OF
one summer in the city many years ago
for gentle reader, am declining into
the vale of years. was, for few Of the
first weeks, exceeding lonely. There is
no solitude like the solitude which a
stranger feels in large and populous
| city. You meet thousands in the throng-
ing streets all passing on, intent upon
and it is thousand times more cherries
than to be in the still and solemn forests
of the wilderness, or by the solitary shore
of the great wide sea- You have THERE
the communlons of your own heart, and
the most visible presence Of the Maker
of the World. But in the city your
thoughts are confused-then variety
leaves you no time to reilect-and they
weary you into the very depths o. gloom
Que Saturday afternoon, when despon,
dency sat heavy upon my heart, sailed
out into the streets. Ii was the holiday
form tho thraldom of the schools and the
young inmates, neatly dressed, and hap
pier than The king on his throne, ware
taking their passsime, and rambling with
their parents, or elder brothers or sisters
about the streets. | was soon inocula,ed
with their visible happiness, as met them
in my lonely walk.
How many bright faces cleaned upon
me! You look kindly on a child, and
how soon do they understand you! How
their young eyes will beam upon yon
and how they will tnrr-especially little
girls-and look at you, and blush snt
smile-and pass on little, and turn, auc
smile. and blush and look again!
know not how it is, but in gazing IL
pom children, | EN- actually invested will
spell. Time and space are annihiIa,e,
i am carried back to the morning o
life, and, for the moment, live DER agai,
the early days of the past.
! Before had reached my room again