The weekly echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1868-1876, 1876-04-13
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Of Young A7JsepEea.

og Young A5Iiegtea,
We always did pity man who does
not love children. There is something
morally wrong with such man. Ifhis
tenderest sympathies are not awakened
by their innocent prattie, if his heart
does not echo their merry laughter, III
his whole nature does not reach out in
ardent longings after theirpure thoughts
and unselfsh impulses, he is a sour, crus-
ty, Grabbed old stick, and the world full
Of children has no use for him. IN every
age aud cline, the best and nobIest men
loved children. Even wicked men have
a tender spot left in theirhardened hearts
for little children. The great men of the
earth love them. Dogs love them,
Observation-Disclosures the King
of the Cannibal islands, loves them.
Rare, and no gravy. All yes, we alllove
children.
And what pleasure it is to talk with
them. Who can chatter with a bright
eyed, rosy-cheeked, quick-witted little
darling, anywhere from three to FIVE
years, and not appreciate the pride which
swells a mothers breast, when she sees
her little ones admired. All, yes, to be
sure. Only yesterday, a lady friend on
a shopping excursion left her little It'd
tOddler, of five bright summers, in our
experienced charge, while she pursued
the duties which called her down town.
Such bright boy; so delightful it was
to talk to him. We can never forget the
blissful half hour we spent booking that
prodigy up in his centennial history.
s'Now listen, CIary," we said-his name
is Clarence Fitzherbert Alencon de Mar
chemORt Caruthers-G and learn about
George Washington"
"Who's hep inquired Clarence, etc.
Listen" we said he was the father
of his country" II DO .-
"Whose eountry?'
"Ours; yours and mine the cOnfed-
Grated union of the American people, ce-
mented with the life-blood of the men of
'76, poured out upon the affairs of our
country as the dearest ibatiOn to liberty
that her vOtaries can Offer?"
who did?" asked Clarence.
There is a peculiar tact in talking to
children that very few people possess.
Now most people would have grown i'm
patient and lost their temper when little
Clarence asked so many irrelevant CUES
tions, but we did not. We knew, how
ever careless he might appear at first,
that we could soon interest him in the
story, and he would be all eyes aud ears.
So we smiled sweetly-that same sweet
smile which you may have noticed on our
photographs, just the faintest ripple of
smile breaking across the face like ray
of sunlight, and checked by lines of ten
der sadness, just before the two ends of
it pass each other at the back of the
neck. a...a ...s .....,.. .r.....
And so, smiling, we went on. a..a
DWELL, one day Georges father"
"GeOrge who ~ asked Clarence.
George Washington. He was little
boy then, just like you. One. day his
father" aa etas .. ar .a. .
"Who's father % demanded Clarence,
with an encouraging expression Of inter
est. wta.. s..
'tGeorge Washington; this great man
we were telling you Of One day George
WashingtOn's father gave him little
Ratchet for a--n a.- ...as ... .a
"Gave who little hatChet ?'' the dear
child interrupted with a CLEAN of be-
witching intelligence. Most men would
have got mad, or betrayed signs of inn
patience, but we didn't. We know how
to talk to children. So we went on:
"GcOrge Washington. His"
So" Who give him the little hatchetT'
His father. And his father"
"Who's father %
''George Washington's" @f i
"Ohr' 4a
Yes, George Washington. And his
father told him"
"Told whog'
"Told George"
cob, yes; George"
And we went on just as patient and as
pleasant as you could imagine. We took
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