Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1869-08-10
BABIES.
A Reminiseenee Of Baby I'm the Camp
-Bow He was Received by the Sol
dgar


A "Reminiscences of a Baby I'm the Camp
-Bow He was Received by the Sol
der.
In one of the street cars of the
metropolis, a few evenings since,
was lady with baby.
One of the blue-eyed, Growing,
happy babies, Gisarranging its
white robes, and rumpling its blue
rib bons with all the abandon of
baby that is secure in ever-fresh
supplies, both oflove and clothes.
The mother was evidently stran-
ger to the other ladies' in the car;
yet all of them smiled when they
looked in her direction, and many
of them spoke to her and seemed
to love her for the sake of the beau
tiful child.
The opening instincts of woman
hood seems to be the love of babies,
and the girl must be q very little
one, who does not want a doll to
which she can play the sweet part
of mother. The depth and purpose
of the instinct are revealed tolus in
the petition of the little miss of five
years, who happens to be an only
child" Nanny, l want baby to
play with, a meat baby, mamma
No kinder blessing was ever be-
slowed, than in the close of Fanny
Ferns letter to the newly married
Princess Royal of England Sand
when, brightest of all others, the
crown of maternity shall descend
upon your youthful brow, God grant
you that incest of all places on
earth to cry ina mothers bosom 7!
Yet, while the instinct of mater
nifty is peculiar to woman, and
marks her sex more plainly than
rounded limbs or gentle manners,
it is not to women and girls alone
that the love of babies is confined.
1t was once the lot of the writer
to dwell in the white tents of Camp
Harrison, in Georgia, in the lower
part of the State, where families
are always far between, and much
more so in war times. For long
weeks we had not seen q woman or
child. --
At last the railroad through the
camp was repaired, and in the first
train there was lady, with such a
wide-awake, kicking baby as the
later one of the metropolis. Some
hundreds of rough. soldiers were
around the cars, and Capt. Story,
of the 57th infantry, was the big
gest and toughest among them, if
we may judge of the tree by its
bark.
The lady with the baby in her
| arms was looking from window,
! and he took off his hat and said,
MADAM, ] will give you five dol
| lars if you will let me kiss that ba-
BY" One look at his bearded face
| told her there was nothing bad in
it, and, saying, with q pleased
laugh, 81 do not charge anything
for kissing my baby" it was hands
ed over. The little one was not
afraid, and the bushy whiskers, an
eighth of an ell long, were just the
playhouse it had been looking for.
More than one kiss did the Cap.
tain get from the little red lips, and
there was energy in the hug of the
| little round arms. Then voices said,
"Pass him over here, Cap" and be-
| fore the train was ready to move,
| half a hundred men had kissed the
baby. 1t was on its best behavior,
and kicked, and tugged at whiskers
as only happy baby can. 1t was
an event of the campaign; and one
giant of a mountaineer, who strobe
past us with tread like a mammoth,
but with tear-dimmed eyes and
quivering lips, said, ''By George,
| it makes me feel and act like fool
but I've got one just like it at
home"
| Other lands have owned the
power of this young immortality,
and the Hindoo halls the little
stranger with the words, "YoGng
child, as thou hast entered the world
in tears when all around thee smiled,
so live as to leave the world in
smiles while all around thee weep