Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-08-11
ANTI-sLAvERY BUGLE, SALEM. o.

whelmed with proieslaiions, promises,
and kisses. They are irresistible, too,
these Iiule onesl They pull away the
scholars pen, tumble about his paper,
make somerscts over his books, and what
can you dol They tear up newspapers,
litter the carpets, break. pull, and upset,
and then jabber unintclligible English in
solf.doicnce, and what can you DO for
yourselfl
IL | had q child says the precise
man. you should see lie does have
II child, and his child tears up his papers,
tumbles over his things, and pulls his
nose like all other children and what
has the precise man TO say for himself !
Nothing! lie is like every body else {;
u little child shall lead him.
Poor liule children, they bring and
teach us human beings more good than
they get in return. How often does the
infant, with its soft cheek and helpless
hand, awaken a mother from worldliness
and cgolism 10 n world OF q new and
higher feeling. How often does the
mother repay this by doing her best 10
wipe off, even before the time, the dew
and fresh simplicity of childhood, and
make her daughter loo soon a woman oil
the world, as she has been.
The hardened heart of the worldly
man is touched by the guileless tones and
simple caresses Of his son but he rcpays
it in time by imparting 10 his boy all the
crooked tricks and hard ways and care
less maxims which have undone himself.
Go 10 the Jail, the penitentiury, and find
there the wretch mos, %sullen, brutal, and
hardened-,hen look al your infant son.
Snch as he is TO you, such TO some mo-
Their was this man. That hard hand was
soft and delicate-that rough voice was
tender and lisping /; fond eyes followed
as he played, and he was rocked and
nursed as something holy. There was u
time, too, when his heart, soft and un.
worn, might have moulded TO question
ings Of his Maker, and been sealed with
The seal Of Heaven. But harsh hands
seized it, and all is I'VE with him forev.
err.
So Of the tender weeping child-he is
m1de the c~allous, hearlless man /; Of the
all.believing child, the sneering skeptic +;
of the beautiful and modest, The shame
less abandoned; and that is what the
world does for the little one.
There was u time when the Divine
One stood upon the earth, and little chill.
dren sought 10 draw near 10 him. But
harsh human beings stood between him
and them, f%orbidding their approach.-
All, has it not always been sol Do not
even we, with our hard and u~nsubdued
feelings-our worldly and unscriptural
habits and maxims-stand like n dark
screen between our child and its Savior,
and keep, even from The choice bud o.
our hearts, the radiance which might un'
fold it for Paradise "Sufer lirlc chill,
drcn TO come INTO me and forbid then
not" is still the voice of The Son Of God
but The cold world still closes round anC
forbids.
When, of old, the disciples would ques
lion their Lord of tho higher mysteries
of his kingdom, he look u lille child, ant
sci him in the midst, as u sign of hin
who would be the greatest in the king
dom of heaven. That gentle teacher sill
remains 10 US. BY every hearth AM
Preside Jesus still sets the little child il
The midst Of us
Wouldst thou know, o man, wha, i
that faith which unlocks heaven? Go no
10 The w%rangling polemics or creeds ant
forms Of theology, but draw to thy bosom
thy little one, and read in that clear an,
trusting eye the lesson Of eternal life. b
only 10 thy God as thy child is to thee
and all is done. Blessed shalt thou be in
deed "a little child shall lead thee"