Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-08-16
CHILDREN.
Beautiful Thoughts by Col. Robert
q. IngersOII.

Beautiiui thoughts by Col. Robert
q. InsersoII.
Nearly every civilization in this world
accounts for the devimcht in it by the
crimes of women. They say women
brought all the trouble into the world Z.
| don't care if she did. | would rather
live in the world Of trouble with the wo-
man ] love than live in heaven with no
body but men.
OF children, say that when your child
contesses fault, take it in your arms,
and let it feel your heart beat against ITS
heart, and raise your children in the sun,
ligh. of love, and they will be sun-beams
to you along the pathway of life.
Abolish the club and the whip from the
the house, because in the civilized usb OF
whip the ignorant and brutal will use Il
club, and they will use it bect use you use
whip.
Every little while some door is thrown
open in some orphan asylum, ard there
we see the bleeding back ola child whip
ped beneath the root that was raised by
love. 1t is infamous, and the man that
can't raise child without the whip ought
not to have child. If there is one of
you here that ever expect to whip your
cniG again, let me ask you something.
Have yodr photograph taken at the time,
and let it show your face red with vulgar
anger and the face of the little one swim
ming in tears aud the little chin dimped
with fear, looking like piece of water
struck by cold wind. If that little child
should die, cannot think OF sweeter
way to spend an autumn afternoon than
to take that photograph and go to the
cemetery, when the naples are clad in
tender gold and when little scarlet run,
nrrs are canning up from the sad heart Of
the earth, and sit down upon that mound
and look upon that photograph, and
think otlhe flesh, now dust, you beat.
just think of it | could not bear to die
in the arms of n child had whipped. |
they were whitening beneath the touch of
death, the kiss ot one hatI had struck
| have known Christians to turn their
children from their doors, especially a
daughter, and then get down on their
knees and pray to God To watch over
them. ! will never nsl God to help my
children unless am doing my level best
in the same line. will tell you what /
say to my girls: "Go where you will; do
what crime you may; fall to what depth
ot degradation you may; in all the storms,
and winds, and earthquakes OF life, no
matter what you do you never can COM
nit any crime that will shut my 1oor, or
my heart to you. As long rs live, you
shall have one sincere friend" Call me
an atheist; call me an intdrl; intend so
to live that when die my children can
come to my grave and truthfuliy say:
He who sleeps here never gave us one
moment of pain"
Don't make slaves fyour children on
Sunday. The idea that there is any God
that hates to hear n child laugh Strike
with hand Of fire. o, weird music ian,
thy harp, Strang with Appollo's golden
hair Fill the vast cathedral aisle with
symptom les sweet aud dim, delt touches
of the organ keys; blow, bugler. blow,
until thy silver notes do touch and kiss
the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers
wandering amid the vine >cad hills. But
know your sweetest strains are all dis
cord comparad with childhood's happy
laugh, the laugh that fills The eyes with
light and every heart with joy =! o, rip
pling rive: of laughlor thou art the best
boundary line between the beasts and
men, and every waywad wave of thine
doth drown some fretiul fend Of care.
o, laughter, rose Tipped daughter of joy,
there are dimples enough in thy cheeks
to catch and hold and glorify all the
teals OF grief.
Finally, men are oaks, women are vines
are flowers, and it there is heaV>
en- in this world, it is in the family. 1t is
where the wife loves the husband, and
where the dmpled arms of the children
are about the necks of both. That is
heaven, and do not want any better
heaven in this or any other world than
that, and if in another world l cannot
live " it'll the ones | loved here, then |
vould rather not be there