Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1868-07-02
Written for the clcarheld Aepublean.l
M Children.
BY "AUNr sALLrE. I"

laugh, sportive activity and sweet
wholesome influence. What would
our lives be without theirs sweetly
united TO temper them 7 Our lives,
our homes would indeed be dreary
and desolate NO pure, childish voices
to send musical echoes through the
otherwise lonely and empty halls
The parlor, rich and costly in gay fur
niture, is empty still; oh, ho,0 empty,
many fond mother and proud father
can feel, if not tell, since death has
carried their jewel "over the river"
The family room is more cheerful for
their presence there the table more
inviting for their seats being at IL;
lifes charms increased tenfold by
their companionship through il. They
are the oasis on the desert-fowers
on the rocky mountain side-"flowers
of the invisible world, dew drops that
have their source among the everlast-
ing fountains of love and truth-mu-
sic 10 which our gladdened hearts
beat time with every pulsation, and
our voices exultingly respond-our
textbooks TO guide US to the haven Of
rest"
How many fond parents miss these
never fading flowers, these text books
that never err, this music in which
is no discordant note. The siv,ry
voice, the sunny face, glad laugh and
light footstep, are all gone not to re-
turn, and
"Thc tones In each parents voice
Are grown more sad and deep,
And the sweet word--children-wakesa q wish
To turn aside and weep"
To how many does childs unstu-
died remark prove more beneficial
than many eloquent addresses or well
prepared sermons. What seems TO
be little things often prove to be the
greatest, and a child's influence is
better, purer and more refining than
the precept or example of many older
persons.
1t delights the hearts of many TO
gaze on the innocent smile and spark
ling eye of childhood.
The winning confidence, the artless
simplicity, the charming innocence of
our childhoods days, what n misfor-
tune we lose them, leave them behind
as we 60 up the hill of years, forget
ting how worthily they would assist
us up the steep.
A child learns as does nobody else.
Ill a.. a
rich treasure Of religion, morality aud
varied knowledge TO n wondering and
impressible mind; and the young
heart flows full of goodness, truth and
wisdom; whilst the teacher is, himself,
taught by the child's unsophistication
how beautiful thing truth is.
We love their innocence, their i'm
pressions and ideas. fresh from a trea-
sury uncorrupted by the impurity Of
sinful life. What a happy world
ours would be could we remain child
rem in many ways. IL is u great dis
advantage and misfortune to US that
we so soon forget the ,oisdom of child
hood forget il in sighing for the plea
sures and follies Of youth, or the cares
and acqnirements Of sterner, riper
age; than are aware Of it, with the
old man, sung by bards, iodiiing "Oh,
that were a child again" How in
consistent, compared with children,
are we
We do not know how much wiser,
purer, noblcr men are for these dear
bright faces, wherein no mark like
Gains rests. These flowers make our
world very beautiful. Then Heaven,
itself must be moro beautiful for its
having so many children thronging
the dazzling sheets and walking, so
loringly, by the crystal waters--filling
the choirs and swelling the anthems
of praise to him who said, "suffcr little
children to come unto me-
The sweetest songs ever sung are
those chanted by the children, who
bad few sins to wash away. Their
alteration for the Master, and their
place near the great white throne
none may dispute.
The dying mother looks on her
child, whose ewes are brimming full
Of joy, and its heart dancing on its
little face like sunbeams on clear wa
ters, changeable and happy; with an
inexpresnbly tender love- and when
she bids farewell to earth's ,troublous
scenes
Her eye still beams unwouted fires
"A a. L.. =. atssNfa InaIr
And her last fond, lingering look is given
To the child she lcaves--end then 70 heareH--
sif she would bear that child away
To a purcr world and a brighter day"
before its heart becomes corrupted
by associations with a mindful world.
Another fond mother has the love
ties sundered by angel hands, and her
earthly treasure becomes an heavenly
one, stored safely beyond the starry
armament, whittier, at last, she too is
attracted TO share with her little one
tho happiness and love Of the golden
city. Children are often taken TO
"brighter worlds on high" TO teach
their erring parents how TO love Him
who gave them these jewels.
Children are q mystery, bright ira
grant mystery, and beautiful as lumi-
nous, "a thing of beauty" and a child
is the most perfect beauty we have
here, "is joy forever" and he who
does not enjoy Il possesses but half
soul.
Dear little children, how we should
love them