Washington telegraph., 1852-12-15
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There is not in this world more loveable
object than young child-its fair brow un-
shadowed by care, its clear eye undimmed
by tears, its pure heart untainted by passion.
It's every word, look, and action bespeak its
gu;lelessness. Its smiles-its afecticnate
endearments--its unstinted confdence-its
artless, winning ways, knit it to ,,cur hesE,
with ties cabls strong Heaven help the
childless Without childhood's ringing
laugh and bird-like music, how desolate the
household! Byron haG a heart overrunning
with love for children, if there is any truth
in words. What a delightful picture he
here holds up to us.
"Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms
And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,
To hail his father; while his little form
Flutters as wing'd with Joy. Talk not of pain!
The childless cherubs well might envy thee
The pleasures OF parent"
That man is to be pitied who has no love
for children, who frowns upon their sportive-
ness, and rebukes their caresses. We would
not carry such cold. torpid heart under our
vest for the wealth of the Indies 1t is very
true, there are children whom it would be
difficult to love, such as are here described
by the old dramatist-
Crying they creep among us like young cats
Cares and continual crosses keeping with them
They make one old to tend them"
But these same crying cats might have
been frolcsome kittens. perhaps, if, instead
Of shouting angrily, scat to them, when
ever they CHANGED in our way, we should
have set them playing with string, or chas-
ing their tails about, We make them what
they are-blessings or plaques. 1t all rests
with parents whether their presence shall fill
the house with sunshine, or raise tempest
in it. Give them your superintendent
them to love you-to confide in you-and
see how, like flowers to the sun, they will
open their hearts to you. Suffer little child
ren to come unto you, anc forbid them not
for there is blessing in ,aeir presence
charm in their association, which refreshens
the world-weary heart and softens the as
perities of life Who could withstand the
rippling laugh of a child, breaking from him
as naturally as a song from a bird, or re-
strain its artless demonstration Of joy!-
When we think of so doing it seems unnat-
ural-and yet, how many parents hush the
one and Danish the other by an angry frown
or peevish word! How many young hearts
have been chilled, and how many amiable
dispositions been soured in this way. The
mind of a child is peculiarly susceptible, and
it soon becomes perfect reflex of its parents.
If it is accustomed to see frowns and chilling
looks its own brow will soon become knit
ted, and its countenanee clouded with gloom
It's merry tones will be changed to peevish
whines or to a harsh utterance-and so they
grow up, perfect torments' instead of bles-
sed CONSIDERS. If parents would have hap
py children, and be happy in their children,
let them always meet them with smile on
the face Let the sunshine of good humor
always fall upon them. Let them remem-
ber their own childish days, how their hearts
were brimful of love-how they yearned to
lavish it on objects endeared to them, and
how, when repulsed. the shadow of mighty
grief, fell upon them. Let them remember
this, and be guided by the recollection; so
will their children ''rise up and call them
blessed" Eclectic