The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-12-01
Random Thoughts.
BY THE EDITOR.

.u n Iuau WHO lOFes cnIuIeu CduuOI De
bad man. Some bad men love their own
children, being governed by kind of
animal instinct; but the man who loves
all children, and who always has kind
word to say to them, for them and
about them, has something in him that
savors Of the kingdom of Heaven. l
have always thought that those Jews
who undertook to forbid little children
being brought to the Savior, were some
of the same stock who afterwards as
sisted in crucifying him, or at least of
those who forsook him and fled when
the hour of trial came.
Some of the modern Pharisees have
been troubling their righteous souls
about Charles Dickens since his death.
They are perhaps among those who
never read his works. There is not
one Of Dickens novels, l think, in
which he has not something touching
aud beautiful TO say about children. /
will only take the room now to quote
two or three passages from one OF his
works--Dombey and Son. Mrs. Dom
bey has little girl-Florence, and she
has just given birth to q son, and she is
dying. Mrs. Chick, Mr.. Dombeys sis
ter, tries to arouse the dying woman
But / will quote:
"The lady lay upon her bed MS he had left her,
Clasplng her little daughter to her breast. The
child clung close about her, with the same lnten-
| sity as before, and never raised her head, or
| moved her soft cheek from her mothers fnce or
looked on those who stood around, or spoke, or
! moved, or shed u tear.
"Restless without the little girl" the DIR. whis-
pered Mr.. Dombey. 1--WE found 1t best to have
her In again."
There was such a solemn stiffness round the
bed and the two medical attendants seemed to
| look on the impasslve form with so much COM
! passion and so little hope, that Mrs, Chick was
for the moment diverted from her purpose But
presently summoning courage, and what she
| called presence of mind, she sat by the bed
side, and slid In the low precise tone Of one who
endeavOrs TO awaken sleeper:
| granny FAnnyl' -
There was no sound in answer but tho loud
! ticking of Mr.. D0mbeyB watch and DR.. Parker
| Pep's. watch, which seemed In the silence TO DC
running rncc.
sumed lig1tness, "heres Mr.. Dombey come to
see you. Won't you speak TO him9 They want
| to lay your little boy-the baby, Fanny, you
know you have hardly seen him yet thlnk-
In bed but they can't I'LL you rouse yourself a
little. Don't You thick IT'S time you reused your
self little Eh2" A..
same time looking round ut the bystnnders, and
"Eh ~ she repeated "whet was 1t you said
Fanny2 didn't hear you"
watch md Dr. Parker Peps's watch seemed to DE-
racing faster,
ter-in-law altering her position, and speaking
less confidently, and more earnestly, In spite o
herself, al shall have to be quite cross with you
ifyou don't rouse yourself. lts necessary iOl
you TO make an effort, and perhaps very great
and painful effort which you are not disposed tC
make but this is world of effort you know
Fanny, and we must never Yield, when 50 mncl
depends upon us. Comet TfyI must really
sc0ld you II you dontF'
The race In the ensuing pause was fierce and
furious. Tho watches seemed to Jostle, ana tt
''Fnnny |" said Louisa, glanclng round, with &
gathering alarm. "Only look at me. Only OpeT
your eyes to show mo that you hear and under
stand me; will your Good Heaven, gentlemen
what IL to be dOne2h
The two medical attendants exchanged n lOol
across the bed and the Physician stoOplnl
down, whispered In the chlld's ear. Not having
understood the purport OF his whisper, the littl'
creature turned her perfectly colOrless face, ant
deep dark eyes towards him but without loos
enlng her hold In the least.
The whisper was repeated,
"MnmmnV " said tho child. ..
The little voice, familiar and dearly loved
cen ESQ some show 81 GO sons9SsnSs oSGd eyg
hled, and the nOstrtl quvernd, and the faintes
shadow OF n smile was seen.
mamma ~ cried the child, sObblng aloud
"0h dear Mammal OH dear Mamma
The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ring
lets OF the child, aside from the faco and moutl
Oftho mother Alas how calm they lay there
how little breath there was TO stir them!
Thus, clinglng flAt to that slight spar within
her arms, the mother drifted out upon the darl
and unknown sen that rollsround all the world
The babe, who was called Paul, and
who was always lrail child, lived to bt
six or seven years old, when he, too, lay
upon his dying bed. His sister Flor
ouce was with him. He called her FlOy
Now read what Dickens says about thi'
scene:
"Now lay mo down." he said, .and Floy, com,
close to me and let me see your
Sister and brother wound their arms arount
each other and the golden light came streaming
In, aud fell upon them, locked together
'HOw fast the river runs, between its greer
banks and the rushos, FlOy Hut IT'S very nen
the sea. ! hear the wavcsl They always sai'
soW ... ...
Presently no told her that tho motion OF Tn,
hont upon the stream was lulllng him to rest
How green the banks were now, how bright th'
flowers growing on them, and how tall the rush
esl Now tho boat IL out ut sea- hut glidlnl
smoothly on, And now there was . shore befor
him. Who stood on the the bapk J.
lie nut his hands together, aa he had been uset
TO do at his prayers. Ho did not remove hi
arms 70 do iti but they saw him fold them 80
"V' Mamma @ Is like YOU, FI6s. Iknow her by tn,
moe hut tall them that the print upon thu
stairs at school Is not divine enough, The ligh
about the head Is shining on me as goW
The golden ripple on the wall came back again
and nothing else stirred In the room Tile old
old flshlonl The fashion that came In with on
. first garments and will last unchanged until on
Faee has run its course, and the Wide nrmamen
Is rolled up like scroll. The old, old fashion
Death
fashion yet, Of Immortality And look upon us
angels OF young children, with regards not quit
Cstranged, whcn the swift river bears us to tn
Oce0nI p 4st|s t-ll HUi4
; But Dickens does not describe al
children as little angels. He is alway
true to nature, and occasionally bring
in the rude and uncultivated. Blu
: while doing this, he still touches upOI
some noble trait in human nature, Ev