The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-02-16

winch mas no opening above, and was
slowly or quickly suffocated or roasted
by the smoke and heat.
Any new England boy, who has been
properly brought up on "Fox's book of
Martyrs" understand all about the rack
and the thumb'screw and the regular ap.
planes of tortue. But confess until I
saw these machines that had no idea
the deviiish ingenuity of the old masters.
What specially impresses you about their
instruments is that they are intended to
hurt. They are rude, unpublished, the
chamber is mean, it is not even mystic.
rious; the whole thing is vulgar and dis.
gusting.
YOUTHFUL PRECOCITY.
(From the Burlington Hawkeye.1
We always did pity a man who does
not love children. There is something
morally wrong with such a man. If his
tenderest sympathies are not awakened
by their innocent prattle, if his heart
does not echo their merry laughter, if his
whole nature does not reach out in ardent
longings after their pure thoughts aud
unsel6sh impulses, he is sour. crustv.
grabbed old stick. and the world full Of
children has no use for him. In every
age and cline, the best and noblest men
loved children. Even wicked men have
a tender spot left in their hardened
hearts for little children. The great men
of the earth loved them. Dogs love
them. Kamehamek emokimodah the
king of the Cannibal islands, loves them.
Rare, and no gravy. All yes, we all love
children.
And what pleasure it is to talk with
them. Who can chatter with bright
eyed, rosy.cheeked, quick.witted little
darling. anywhere from three to five
years, and not appreciate the pride which
swells mothers breast when she sees
her little ones admired? All, yes, ia be
sure, Only yesterday lady friend on
shopping excursion, left her little It'd tod
der. of five bright summers, in our ex-
perienced charge, while she pursued the
duties that 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
upon his centennial history.
snow listen Cla,y," we said--his name
is Clarence Fitzhcrbert Alencon de Mar.
George Washington
"Who's he!" inquired Clarence, etc.
s'Listen,' we said: he was the father
of his country,
"Whose country?'
"Ours; and yours; the confederated
union of the American people, ccmented
with the life blood Of the men Of 10:
poured out upon the affairs of our coun.
try as the the dearest libation to liberty
that her votaries can offer? e.
''Who did :" asked Clarence.
There is 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 ques.
tons, but we did not. We knew that
however carless he might appear at first
that we could soon interest him in the
story and that he would be all eyes and
ears. So we smiled swcetly.-riat same
sweet smile which you may have noticed
on our photographs, just the faintest rip
pie of a smile breaking across the face
like a ray of sunlight, anil checked by
lines of tender sadness just before the
two ends of it pass each other at the
back Of the neck.
And so, smiling, we went on
'*Wcll, ore day Georges Father--''
'George who!' asked Clarence.
'George Washington. lie was little
BOY then, just like you. One day his
father-''
"Whose father g. demanded Clarence,
with an encouraging expression of inter.
est.
George Washington; this great man
we are telling you of. One day George
Washington's father gave him a little
Ratchet for a.,
"Gave who little Ratchet p the dear
child interrupted with CLEAN of be.
witching intelligence. Most men would
have got mad, or betrayed signs of impa
thence, but we didn't. We know how tc
talk to children. So We went on:
''George Washington. His
"Who gave him the little hatchet?''
ellis father. And his father-''
"Whose father!''
George WESTINGHOUSE
"Oh!''
Eyes, George Washington. And hi.
father told him.
sTold who?''
''Told George
ooh, yes, George:
And he went on, just as patient and a.
pleasant as you could imagine. We tool
up the story right where the boy inter
rupted, for we could See he was Just Graz,
to hear the end Of it. We said:
| ssAnd he was told-''
"George told him!' queried Clarence
mo: his father told George"
"Oh!''
eyes; told him he must be careful will
| tho III tchat-''