Washington sentinel., 1854-01-13
From the Knickerbocker for January.

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Extracts from the Editors Table.
ASEcDorEs OF CHILDREN. A little girl had
beautiful head of hair, which hung in "clus-
tering curls" down on her neck. One hot sum-
mer day, she went upstairs, and cut all the curls
off. Coming down, she met her mother, who
exclaimed, with surprise:
"Why, Mary! what have you been doing to
your hair?
To which she responded, that she had cut
if off and laid it away in her box, but that she
intended to put on again tomorrow, as Aunt
Nancy did!'
"Papa!" said the same little urchin to me,
when he was but three years DID, and had just
begun to catch the phrases of older children
it was the pensive hour of twilight, and draw
ing near his bedtime Papa, will you make
prayer for me, before / go to bed ?"
Yes, my darling, if you wish it; but why
not let your mamma say your prayers Tor you,
as she does on'other nights ?"
"No, papa, don't want you to say those
prayers four Father Now lay me !; but
pray yourself: make prayer to God for me ~
"So put up, with all my heart, a serious
petition to his Hearenly Father, for my little
son.
"He listened attentively, and, as it seemed,
most seriously; but but just as concluded,
he exclaimed, with eyes sparkling with mirth :
"Good, papa good! Now pray again
pray againl Go 1t
Some Of his notions would seem to be origi-
nal enough for further mention between our
selves and your readers, confdentially He is
Just old enough to appreciate boots and i'm
bibe elementary principles Of theology at his
mothers knee. One Saturday evening, not
long since, the arrival of a long promised pair
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particularly happy that night, in his dreams,
bath evening, he went up to the nursery, with
his mother, to go to bed; and as he sat in his
little chair, with one boot on and the other in
his hand, he saw her get her bonnet and shawl
where are you going, mamma 2"
Pm going to church"
"What you 60 to church for?''
To worship God.'
Is God in the church 2"
Eyes, God is everywhere, and sees every
thing"
"God see me n
"Yes.n
8 See my 'se'o 0oots"
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A little girl who had accompanied her mother
to place Of worship where the officiating "di-
vine" was in the habit of "talking forcibly" to
the sinners, to an extent which unconverted
"outsiders considered as sometimes almost
bordering upon profanity, exclaimed, on her re-
turn:
Mamma, don't like Mr.. F."
- Why, my dear," replied her mother, anxious
to know the cause Of such an expression Of
childish opinion
e Because he talks saacy TO God"
1t struck me that there was great deal of
truthful meaning in that remark.
/ have little "three year old girl, as anus
ing creature as one need wish to see great
mimic Of everybody, and especially Of me, when
in the act of shaving. AT such times, my face
all nicely lathered, she invariably comes up to
me and excaims:
Kiss me kiss me II
Sometimes / make the attempt, but the little
imp hastens away with boisterous laugh,
which fairly makes the house ring. The other
day, just after shaving my upper lip, leaving,
as is my wont, the rest of my phiz in a state
of nature" said to her, pointing to the wide
margin of whiskers which adorns my face
aMinnie, what are these?'
She looked at me for q few second, without
saying single word, but at length, with the
greatest seriousness, answered.
4why, they are sharings, papaap'
That was rather fast specimen Of juve-
nile Young America" not yet inducted into
trowers, who said one day, recently, to his
father
"Father, come and get me this apple"
There being no immediate signs Of compli-
ance, the young "chip" exclaimed
"Father, why don't you start? always
start when you tell mer'
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Knowing that you have an especial fondness
for the originalities and comicalities of child
rem, send you this little incident for your
stable" 1t struck me as being one Of the
most unique explanations Of electrical phe-
nomena had ever heard. A little girl, the
idol Of friend of ours, was sitting by the
window one evening, during a violent thunder
storm, apparently striving to grapple some pro-
position too strong for her childish mind.
| Presently, however, smile of triumph lit up
her features as she exclaimed
| "Ohl know what makes the lightning.
It's God lighting his lamps and Hrosciag has
matches dozen herei
Lighting the lamps Of Heaven to "shine by
night and throwing the lightning matches"
down through the "awful void"
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