Weekly Trinity journal., 1859-12-03
The sweet Eniih of Childhood.

OF all things in nature, deliver us from little
old, wise child, small animal that trots across
Euclid "poaS Gsiaoym," to join the herd of
greater asses on tho other side; small atom Of
gravity, pouring over causes that God designed
to sparkle like u drop of dew or globue of
quicksilver human ferret, with sharp eyes
and sharper nose prying into nook and Granny
for lurking reasons and effects the being that
God designed should look its great mother Ma
ture in the face, aud wonder and admire, aud
dream itself up to the very gates of Paradise!
OF all things in Nature, deliver us from the
little child that makes rghtangled triangle of
ITSELF soul aud body, while it studies " Science
made easy" some other of the benevolent
nonsense of the day, when it ought to be won
dering whose face it sees, and whose voice il
hears in the well orspying bear in the currant-
bushes, or an angel steering cloud or " ma
king believe" it's king or II queen, or "ever so
rich, and what it will do, aud what it will dare
Then I All that then" is the Keynote TO all
our dreams, whether we are under % the altitude
of a chopine" or q" bearded like pard.n
What magnificent stupidity it is TO tell the
sunny haired six year old, that there is no such
man as Santa Claus the dear Saint Nicholas Of
the holidays, nobody To the other Nick with
such Il sAcrilege
We confess to most anecionate weakness for
all sorts of fairy tales. The vitreous slipper of
that precious little maid, " Cinderella" has not
yet lost It's wonder we catch ourselves wishing
u
mess mate of &" Sinbad the Sailor - aud u while
ago, when for the hundredth time we read Ali
Bahia and the story Of the great Roc, that i'm
mensc Arabian Bird we felt sort of malicious
satisfaction when the brisk little maiden made
sdri'Hcs OF the two score r0gucs with the boiling
oil aud at once found herself wishing, as wo
used to do nearly u quarter Of n century ago,
that we could find rocs nest, with an egg in it,
"Jack the Giant Killer yet commands our re-
spect. " The Babes in the Wood" continue to
have our sympathes and, as for their graceless
uncle, we verify believe we should know him
were we to meet him in the street. The bold
" Robin Hood" is u hero still, and his name has
not lost It's power to summon up the good green
wood and archers ten ) we hear the signal horn
we see the red deer bound away we brush, will,
quick, free step, the morning dew
All Of us pay high price for the manhood we
attain-nothng less than the sweet faith of
childhood. All along the way from morning till
high noon, robbers exact the toll Of life. Philos-
0phy with u smile, breaks the blue ring OF a low
bending Heaven, that used TO bound our little
world the brook has ceased to weary and to
sing, aud leaves to whisper, and babies to be borne
in angel arms adOwn the ladder from Gods win
dow in the sky. Chemistry resolves the golden
stain upon the grass, we thought the fairies foot
steps made, as under the moon they danced away
the night-rcsoves it into nothing.
SO one by one, the jewels Of the morning arc
wasted with its dews and what needless cruelty
II Is for their elders, not their bctters to steal
away the little faith OF children in an unseen
world to clip the wings Of household ANGELS.
that iuttered nights at bed room window panes
to tell them before their time, the rainbow frag.
mcnts are not strewn about the wood crowned
NIL the hill is not the boundary of the world.
- ChicdG0 JOUy7I0I