Washington sentinel., 1853-10-23
sea- Tur KSIoKrapockrn for October has

HceAs lHE hNICkEkBoCkEk lor OctOuer HdS
been for some time on our table. This excel
lent magazine not only keeps up to the level of
its well established character, but as it seems
to us improves. 1t is welcome and genial
visiter. We take the following from the Edi-
tors Table of the number before us:
"The other day. little Kitty, who with the
roses opened to the sunshine of the fifth sum-
mer, overheard her mother and brother speak.
ing of some place that had attracted the boys
attention. His mother had said he would learn
all about it when he went to school, and studied
geography Little Kitty was presently very
busily engaged in dressing and undressing her
doll, which occupation, in its oftrepeated ar
rangements, disarrangements, and re-arrange-
ments appeared to absorb her entire attention.
The next day, Kitty, being alone with her
mother, suddenly looked up from her doll
tending with the serious question:, 'Moder,
what do dey study in school besides jographyT
Grammar, said her mother; when she was
interrupted by the child exclaiming, in a tone
of surprise, do dey b-study gran ma! and do
dey study gran'pa too?'
"Charlie B, little boy about FIVE years
DID, whose parents were going on journey,
was told by his mother to be good boy, and
pray for his father, his mother, and his little
DrOLneT StclHB nill hColtdlCy ohc 0niut
Won't you, Charlie?' Yes, m-a.a-m,' was
the low reply, but don't believe it will pay to
pray for Fred, he's so ittlep He had heard his
father use that phrase, and had rememberedlt It
but too we'll
Little Charlie had been taught by pious
mother the necessity of nightly prayer, but his
little heart has taught him an improvement on
the original plan Charlie was tumbling into
bed one night as soon as his tunic and panta-
let's were exchanged for his small white night
dress. 'sMv little boy must kneel by me, and
thank his heavenly Father for His care of him.
said his mother as she took his hand. oh, no.
says Charlie, looking joyfully into her face, I
SAINT have to say my prayers Tor eight days;
said 'em over eight times before ! went TO bed
last night
Little Fannie is great lover OF nature, and
is never so much delighted as when among the
flowers which are SO common in our southern
land, or gazing at night on the moon or stars.
A short time since she was looking at the full
moon while in her fathers arms, and was told
that God was in the moon. few days after
she was passing church with her mother,
when her curiosity was cited, and she asked
whose house that was. That's Gods house, my
darling said her mother. And does bod come
out of the moon to live in it, mammal! she
asked
"On another occasion her mother took her
to church. It was her first visit, and she was
told that, as they were going to Gods house, she
must be very quiet She sat still for long
time, but seemed constantly expecting some
one At length she said, in low voice, Nam
ma, where is bod? don't see him.
"a friend of ours has a little boy of great
activity, aged three years. He proposed to take
him into the country recently, and day was
fixed for his departure. The yqungster was
greatly delighted with his prospect, and earn
estly longed for the day to come. It came, but
brought a severe August rain with it. The
disappointment was keen, and grew more bit
ter constantly, as the weary hours Of two dis
mally rainy days went by. The little fellow
could stand it no longer. He first cried; still
the rain poured down. Then he changed his
tactics and tried the efficacy of prayer, for his
mother saw him at the door, looking steadily
into the heavens amid the copious shower, and
overheard him sayiug:
"sDod! bod! Don't let any more come down.
queese it up dry; 'queese it up dry with
towel; don't let any more come down.
'This is not an ahecdote, it is fact. The
best of it was, that the prayer was Immediately
answered The rain held up, it was squeezed
up dry, and the little boys happiness was com
plete."