The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-05-30
A Good Word for Romping Girls.

Most women have dread oil |
these. Mothers wouldralhor their lit
tie daughters were called anythinGbut |
romps. They say to them, "be very .
quiet now, my dears-dont run or
Jump, try and be little ladies' AS !
il healthy child could be shll; Ns if
it could take time to walk on step |
over what came in its way; as if it
could fold its little hands III It's lap,
when its little heart is brimiul OF tic
klo. 1t is 50 absurd and wrong
because it is unnatural. Children,
gi.ls as we'll as boys, need exercise,
indeed they must have it to be kept
in q healthy condition. Thcy need
it to expand their chests, strengthen
their muscles, tone Their neryo2, and
develop themselves generally. And
this exercise must be out Of d ora
too. 1t is not enough to lNyA t"ii8-
thanics in the nursery or parlor.--
They need to be out in the sn shine,
out in the wind, out on the grass,
ont in the woods, out Of doors SOME
where, if it be no bigger place than
the conn on park. Suppose then
they DO tau their faces Better be
as brown us II berry und have the
pulses quick and stron# than white
MS Il lilly and complain Of cold feet
and headache. Suppose they do
taar their clothes, tear thom every
which way suppose they do wear
out their clothes, u pair month,
even; it don't try nmothor's patience
and strength half so much to patch
and mend it as it does to watch night
after night quorrulous sick child
: and it don't drain fathers pocket
r. book, half so quick 20 buy shoes IS
! it does to pay doctors bills. The odd.
are all on the side Of the romps -
Indeed, we don't believe there is
| prettior picture in all the wide worIc
than that of little girl balancing
0 herself on the topmost rail OF zig zlt
- fence, her bonnet on one arm and
h basket of blackberrles on the otter
her curls streaming out in the wln(
# or ripping over her flushed cheeks
S her apron half torn from her waist
c and dangling to her feet, her finger
= stained with the berries she ha
II picked, and her lips with those sh
S eaten. Mother, mother, don't Scol'
J. that little creature when she come
n in and puts her basket on the table
% and looks ruefully at the rent i'll he
new gingham apron, and at the hi
70 tie bare toes sticking out OF the las
We pair of shoes Wash off her hot Ia
ly and soiled hands, and give her
A bowl Of cool milk and light hroa'
}, nd when she has eaten her fill an
ct GOT rested, make her sit down boslC
Mt YOU and tell you what she has see
\ off in those meadows and woods.
IL Her heart will be full Of beaotlt
things-the sound of tho wind, t
Ii talk of the leaves, the music OF t.
Il, wild birds and the laugh OF the WI
u flowers, the ripping of the 7trc'n
ii and the color of pebbles, the sha'
a. of the clouds and the hue Of the su
re beams-all those will have woyt
Il their spell over her lnnoce
to thoughts, and made her poet
", feeling, if not in expression.
,ir No, mothers, don't nurse up 20
lis little girls like house plants. L
res daughters of this generation are
,X- be the mothers of the next, and
an YOU would have them healthy in boz
Of and genial in temper, free from III
yous affections, fdgets and blues /;
OF Won would fit them for life, its 10.
is its cares, and its trials, let them ma NJ
or a good romp every day while To
os, are growing. It is natures own 81
er. ciic, and, if taken in season, WI
su- ranted to cure all the ills OF the &
not and the woman.