Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1872-07-04

A 0oss woss toa Rsdo Gnea-
3ese veusn have . drso1 e shess.-
heeAers would rather their Iislls dassh.
tsrs vsss called asyshiag sAas rsaps.-
They say . tAso. ..bs very qsise ses.
ny dea.s-doa't run Or jump. ey and b
little lsdiss." A u . hsalsky child eosld
b ssill; = u h cosld take dine . walk.
oe sssp over Hhss cane In its way; q Il
is eosid iold 10 little haeds 10 In lap,
whea its little heart h % hrimfal Of tickle.
It b absurd and wrong In mothers to
talk %; absurd and wrong because Il b
unnatural. Children. girls - we'll a. boys.
need exercise; indeed. they must have il.
TO be kept in . healthy condition. They
need II 70 expand their chests. strengthen
their muscles. tons their nerves. and de-
velop themselves generally. And this
exercise must Dc out of doors too. Il il
not enough to have calisshenics 10 The
nursery or parlor. They need 70 Be out
IN the sunshine. out in the wind. out on
the grass. out in the woods. out Of doors
somewhere. If it Be no bigger place than
the common orpark. They pscd . roup
every day Of their lives. Suppose they do
tan their pretty faces. Better be as brown
as berry. and have the pulses quick and
strong. than white ~ lily. and complain
Of cold feet and headache. Suppose they
do tear their clothes-tear them "every
which way" suppose they d. wear ou,
the shoes. a pair u month. even, don't
try mothers patience and strength half
SO much to patch and mend as it does to
watch night after night 9uerulous sick
child. and it don't drain fathers pocke.
book half as quick 10 buy shoes as Il docs
to pay doctors bills. The odds are all on
the side Of the romp.
Indeed. We don't believe there il .
prettier picture 10 all the wide world than
that Of . little girl balancing herself on
the topmost rail Of an old sigsag fence.
her bonnet on ons arm end . basket Of
black berries On the other, her curls
streaming out in the wind or ripling over
her flushed cheeks. her apron half torn
from its waist. AID dangling 70 her feet.
her fingers stained with tho berries she
had picked. and her lips with those she
has eaten. Mother. mother. mother. don't
seold that little creature when she comes
in and puts her basket on the table and
looks ruefully At the rent in the new ging-
ham apron. aud at the little bare toes
sticking ont Of the last pair Of Shoes
Wash Of her hot face and soiled hands.
and give her bowl Of cool milk and light
bread. and when she has eaten her an
and got rested. make her sit down beside
you and tell you about what she has seen
Of in those meadows and woods. Her
heart will be full Of beautiful things--the
sound Of the wind. the talk Of the leaves,
the music Of the wild birds and the laugh
Of Wild flowers. the ripling Of streams aud
the color ofpebbles. the shade Of the coulds
and the hue Of the sunbeams-all those
will have woven their spell over her inno-
cent thoughts. and made her . poet in
feeling If not in expression.
No. mothers. don't nurse up your lit
tie girls like house plants The daugh-
ters Of this generation are to be the moth.
ers Of the next. and IL you would have
them healthy in body and genial in temper.
free from nervous affections. 6dgets and
blues il you would ct them for life. its
joys. its cares aud its trials. let them have
. good romp every day while they are
growing. 1t is natures own specific. and
il taken in season. warranted to cure oil
the ills Of the girl aud the woman.