The Republican journal., 1874-12-17
The Babies.
BY GAIL HAMILTON.

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wide-eyed eagerness, as If he drew
! with Que long look your whole soul through
| Your lips as sunshine drinkcth dew"
A picture of Joseph sold by his breth-
rem serves as Il text tor Il long sermon on
well, it must be confessed-on camels
as much as on Joseph. Then | say, IN w
| II you will get me Bible | will read you
the story Of Moses"
! The Bible is lost" says he, solemnly.
"Oh no, | think YOU can find a Bible in
| the bookcase"
Yes" he says, with renewed and in
creasing emphasis, there has been Bible
lost out of this house. 1t says
Saw Young Anna Faher come walking into
| church"
| Blessed and beloved apostle Sweetest
| saint in all the calendar Worthy sue
cessor of that disciple whom Jesus loved,
! gentlest and tenderest of all the sons OF
| Thunder. | should not have dared to fol-
| low my hearts Promptings and class you
| with those holy men OF old but when
out of the mouth OF babes and sucklings,
| your praise is perfected, it is not for me to
stand by and say them nay
| SO Little FreeChes is presently convinc-
| ed that it is a volume of Whittier and not
! the Bible that is lost out of this house, and
| he starts Oifon q tour of exploration. Bibles
| are not so scarce that he need take q Sab
! bath days journey; but his views are
| vague, his mind is discursive, and his
search prolonged. Presently, after long
silence, a hollow voice resounds from some
remote fastness. "Cusnabe. l don't care
to hear about Moses" and the culprit
heayes in sight with a big kaleidoscope
which was put on an upper shelf in the dark
closet for the express purpose of keeping
it out of his way. So that is the reason
why Moses was soon nipped in the bud
but what possessed him to 90 Bible hunt
ing in q clothes closet?
And what feeling is it, what divine dis
content with The established order OF things.
that makes him come in and throw himself
in 4 chair with his back TO the front and
his heels as high up the back as the sup
ply will permit? IS it Il physical on men
tai. n nervous or a social solace that this
attitude ministers TO his pcturbeJ spirit ?
And what becomes of his clothes Oh his
jackets! Oh his knees. Oh the seat Of
his trousers. Little Breeches has gone
out without his jacket, and will certainly
Get his death o cold,' says Ann, holding
up the mite Of garment she has found
''N0, Ann, do you not see that is A.7
best jacket, and he has on his old one ?"
HIS best but what Scared Id vetcr-
an it looks And if this IS the Jacket, how,
then, shall the trousers appear ?-those eight
pairs which il was tondlv hoped would bear
bea" him triumphantly down the summer
months and through the Indian summer
till the nipping trosts appeared, and alas
before the ldes OF August the daylight
shone through them.
AS for his hats there is no question what
becomes Of them. They are hung on the
pumphandle to be gently soaked oyer night
with the gentle rain; they float in the
bath tub they are brought home tender
" by any kind friend or faithful servant
who may have recognized them in the
city park or the village green. They are
reconstructed in footballs and butterfly
traps and buckets for bailing mud paddles
They crown the heads of hobgoblins made
out OF broomstichs and other poles. 1t is
easy enough TO see what becomes OF the
hats.
Atnoon Little Breeches is dressed afresh
clean linen suit, new trousers, shining
face, smooth hair, stripped stockings Well
gartered up, new slippers, pausy in his
button hole, 4 little stif with the con-
scjousueos OF being well dressed, but 4
most appetisiug morsel 1t rains, but he
has q new pair of rubber boots which he
is DER anxious to try and his infatuated
mother gives him leave to walk to the
barn 10 walk to the barn by 4 rounda-
bout ramblc through the garden seems to
him but small stretch OF privilege, but
by the time he enters the barn his clothes
are so thoroughly damp that when he
;p+y ;x,t
be entered, as his first exploit. he is a mass
ofpaste, audthe brave, bright little clothes
have to be ANONYMOUSLY and Immediately
set to soak in the wash tub
What can you do? His troubles seem
to come naturally. not wic&edly. Even
when tor some real and heuous crime he
is sent prematurely to bed, he lies and
means, "Oh now my heart is broken
He evidently coniemplates the situation
not as punishment. but afliction His busy
little brain is all at skies and sevens about
cause and effect, right aud wrong, sin and
two hours after the dinner from which he
was missing, "Anu, have mad my din
uer2
But Ann is non-committal, and says.
'Uow should l know whether YOU have
had Your dinner or not?'
WAS | at the table, Ann ?"
No, did not see you at the table"
Then of course htyo not had my din
ner7
Would You yoX this acute little reason
er oy forbidding him the dinner he forgot
to come home to, and cannot even now
tell whether he has eaten except by exter-
IA, testimony and abstract argument
We lake no note Of time but from its loss.
and he never loses any. Play is his driving
and thriving business School he stoops to.
the sturdy, old-tashioned school Of books
and study and recess, but the city kinder
garten is an abomination in bis eyes,
Cant | tell Miss Kudergarten"-t
he always calls his teacher, whining most
plteously, Cant | tell Miss kindergar
ten you want her to let mo to come home
when l feel feeble:3" and evidently he
has at this moment m oyermastering at
tack Of teeblcness,