The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-08-10
SWEET BEGINNINGS.

bobe in the house is a well-sPring OF
.,aa.,,re Mr.. Upper told us some years
20 and if he never said another word
,risbed to hear again, that one was
&c enough to be engraved upon jewel
- snarkle con the stretched foreilnger
- all time" as every one knows that has
a babe in the house.
Who is there that can bring the same
s,,lness of innocent and unseltish light
and life into house when there IS no baby
4hore? There may be young people by
.ho score. with singing and laughing
INNING and dancing; but It'll all in the
rov of their own enjoyment, and, even II
hers are allowed to share it, 1t lends
no Of that wide sense of disinterested
..Iaosure that a baby brings, wbere |
pprorvthing bends to his royal pleasure |
nd needs. and where every ones love Is
srmner haven under which his little |
soul expands, and which grows more in
$50 day by dav with that little souls
s~nanding-with the first hearty laugh,
e,s. articula.e syllable and triumph
e .neech, the sweet Going cries, the
.,tering feet,sthe little .mischiefs, the
ionr froIics, the Ms tune that is turned,
.he first amazing plunge into the prob
lens OF life and questions. Whatmoney-
,sttines, what novel reading, what dane
5ng or beating or driving, what flirting
or croqueting, gives any such pleasure
a. DAYS and weeks of life with
This little new soul? What lovers kiss
was ever any sweeter than the kisses that
fall and nestle in these dimples? What
picture, what painting, can ever equal
the beauty of any baby ever born and
loved? Where can one live in such
region Of perpetualPlay-going as its MINI
icries make? Where are we to have any
such exciting drama as that of this open
ing intellect and developing body, every
muscle of the OK poa spring, every OBJ
ject aflording such large-eyed, grave Won
der to the other? What scene will ever
be so breathless as the first walk? What
prima donna's iewel-song will have for
Us the honeyed sweetness of the first lisp
ing sentence? And then what eagernoss
of acquisition, to which the stars in the
skies seem just As attainable As the rose
in the dish, comes in for side show what
profound meditations, whose babbling
result is so unknowable that the Sphinx
never read obscurer riddle, and what
heavenly smiles in what placid dreams,
50 that we go down on our knees befo.e
the old superstition, and are sure that,
If the angels never whispered to any other
baby in his sleep, they are certainly
whispering to this one:
Slumbers-such sect angel soemIngs
That we'd ever have such dreaminEs,
Till from sleep See thee breaking,
And would always have thee waking!
1t does not occur to us to ponder what
warrant this baby has for all his excel
lence, and that, being our child, h,
should partake of our imperfections. HI
/ is as independent of us a a star in it
glory he is himself, pure and simple, a
much Is if it were the fret baby of tn,
universe; what is good in Us he has-h
can inherit nothing evil, only we ar
once in a while amazed at ourselves L
think we dare call the little wonder ours
And if there will intrude upon US nov
and then shivering fear lest it be beyon
our deserts to keep this treasure, lest tn
thing be too fine for earth, lest any c
the plaques that infest the kingdom G
childhood should show their dark face
by his little crib, we aroynt it and put
away as a dark and evil ghost stealth
upon the banquet. We may die, and a
5 the world may die, but not this swee
piece of immortality in which the Who'll
race has just come to flower, and wit
, whom our light would go out forever.
What do they do, we ask, in house
a where there is ne baby? What happ
2 ness do they have worth the name I
P what hope DO they look forward, withou
t this bright world at command, into whic
: every day we penetrate farther. Ho'
:, dreary it must be to them to open the
eyes in the morning, with no baby lyin
there to greet them with rosy smiles an
; chirruping cries, with no Cupids to plas
:. in his bath, no little mouth to fill, Gag,
n as a birds, no delicious little flesh I
h lavish kisses on, no breath TO breathe q
l, one, sweeter than the breath of roses j
1t no dear little heart to fill with joys 1
It long, tired day of delight to look 70
y ward to
tits tyrant, though, this baby, for 3
+, His rod is on our necks. But such a gia
e gay, loving little tyrant, with his grea
y sweet, wet kisses, his smiles like breakir
e sunshine, and his griefs, in which h
}; eyes are nothing but two great beautif
tears themselves, that our worst enem
d would be our liberator. May his sh
Y dow never be less May he live tho
le sand years! May he reign forever,
a short, in all eur hearts and all our home
a And may veal thank Heaven that, wo
< deriul, miraculous, impossible, as it nc
it 4eems, vet all Of US spraug from su,
sweet beginnings. Horpe,'s Bazar.
ID SALE OF FOUIs PER CENT. BONDS
ID The success of the domestic sales
n the four per cent. bonds was surpri
"a to the treasury officials who we are