The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1859-07-21
a Word for Babies.

Not titled babies, but babies in gene
raj Scotch, Irish, Dutch, French, Pile
beian or patrician, for baby is baby
the world over, a blessed little none
such Of baby, to somebody. These
autocrats Of the cradle! What would
this worlds household Go without the
mellowing influence of their infant sway!
Mother would no longer be the syno
nym for all that is gentle and holy and
beautiful in woman. The name OF faith
er would be blotted from the tongue,
and noble men would be hard to find
formanis not truly great when he stoops
to understand and cultivate the open
ing intellect of the smallest member of
the band around his own fireside. Even
that Of the Graded bit of humanity peep
| ING out from under tho blankets, as lie
comes from his daily round Of duties.
And what would Charlie and Bessie
and George do without the baby, and
how could Willie ever be made to I'M
derstand that there is time and place
where and when he must not drum and
whistle and shout, at his own wild will
that the little foot must fall lightly on
the carpet, and the ruby lips must be
pressed tightly, less boyish song es-
cape them, for baby is sleeping. Then
with what a burst the pent. up mirth
comes out, when at length, after child
ish age of waiting, the blue eyes slowly
unclose and the little fist begins to beat
the air again. Confusion worse con-
| founded What racket! The Babel
of childish tongues would almost stun
one, were there not SO much music in
it. Then, too, there's GrAndma's cor
ner. This place, the least Of any in the
house, could spare the light of baby's
presence, the pleasant cooling and crow
ing of baby's voice. Two children
meeting together the one at the begin
ming, the other at the ending OF life !:
the one just entering, the other just
leaving the brief scene of mortal being.
Look how gently and tenderly the pal
sled trembling fingers clasp the tiny
form. See the solicitude that lives in
every line of the wrinkled face, and
mark We, with what a living light, the
linn eyes look down upon the freshly
moulded face lying in her lap. Oh! the
mini try of babyhood =! There is moth
ING in all this wide world like it ! No
household can afford to do without it.
Itmakes woman all she is to the homes
Of earth, and a man that is not elevat-
ed and refined and softened by it,knows
not by half the influences that go to
keep him as he was first created, " lit
tie lower than the angels" There is
no place in the world so holy and beau
tiful to us as a nursery at night-fall af
ter cradle and crib have received theil
Slumbering burdens! The little worn
shoes hung side by side in pairs. Rat
tie and whistle and ball and blocks are
gathered together, aud the angels have
taken their places to watch the slum
berers until morning. We had rather
tar rather, be written mother to such q
scene as this, than to have stood Napo
leon at Austerlitz, Wellington at Water
loo, or Washington at Yorktown. They
tell us, those who at the present day
claim mans right to woman's, that
her sphere is limited, her place to rock
the cradle, and then complain that this
is all she is fit for. Thank God she is
fit for this. For many an angel might
be proud of such mission, were he
sent on the plea of fitness, for the I'm
dertaking, Yes, we love babies Of al
sizes, ages, shapes and kinds. Babe,
in cradles, aud babies out; babies in
blankets, while they are nothing but
the tiniest bundles, and babies in petit
coats, when they begin to waddle about
and toddle about. Babies handsome
and babies not with eyes blue, haze
or black; noses aquiline, turnup or pug.
You can't kill our enthusiasm for ba
bies in general. Heaven bless and pro
tect old bachelors and grant them a
corner in Paradise, where they won'l
be annoyed by the winging and singing
of the little cherubs that have gone be
fore us. We must confess Heaven wo'd
he sparce to us did we not find when
we get there, bits of harps swept by ba
by fingers: tiny fingers ROBBED and plum
ed for the service of the New Jerusa.
lem: and infant voices chanting theil
sweet hosannahs to Him who said when
upon earth, " Suffer little children t.
come unite me and forbid them not, fol
of such is the kingdom of heaven
Boston Eve. G0z.