Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1879-08-01
CHILDREN.
p..uunui ThesEhss By Col. Robert
g.. InxeFsoll.

Nearly evory civilization In this world
accounts for the dsvilmont In It by the
crimes Of women. They say women
brought all tho trouble into the world.
I don't care II she did. I would rather
live In a world Of trouble with the
woman I love than live In heaven With
nobody bat men.
OF children, I say that when your
child coniesses q fault, take 1t In your
arms and let II feel your heart beat
against Its heart, and raise your children
in the sunlight Of love. and they will
DO sunbeams to you along the pathway
OF life.
Lbolish tho club and the whip from
the house, because In the civilized use
OF a whip the ignorant and brutal will
use a club, and they will use II because
you use q whip.
Every little while some door Ii thrown
open In some orphan asylum, and there
We see tho bleeding back Of q child
whipped beneath the roof that was
raised by love. II 10 infamous, and the
man that can't raise q child without the
whip ought not to have q child. II there
is one OF you here that ever expect to
whip your child again, let me ask you
something. Have your photograph taken
at the time. and let IL show your face, red
with vulgar anger. and the faco OF the
little one swimming in tears, and the
little chin dimplsd with fear, looking
ike n piece Of water struck by o cold
wind. II that little child should die, l
cannot think OF . sweeter way to spend
an Autumn afternoon than to take that
photograph and 60 to the Cemetery,
when the naples are Glad In tender gold,
and when little scarlet runner are COM
inp up from the sad heart Of the earth,
and ait down upon that mound. and look
upon that photograph, and think OF tho
fesh, now dust, that you beat. Just
think OF IL! ! could not bear to die In
the arms Of q child that ] had whipped.
I could not bear to feel upon my lips.
when they were whitening beneath the
touch OF death. the kiss OF n that i
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 ask God to help my
children unless I am doing my level
best in the same line. I will tell you
what I say to my girls: "Go where you
will ; do what crime you may /; fall to
what depth Of degradation You may |;
in oil the storms, winds and earth
quakes OF life. no matter what you do
You can never commit any crime that
will shut my door or my heart to you.
As long "a I live. you shall have n sin.
cere friend" Call me an atheist |; call
mo an inHdel I intend to so live that
when ! die my children can come to my
grave aud truthfully say: HE who
sleeps here never gave Us one moment
Of pain" go.
Don't mako slaves Of your children
on Sunday. The idea that there 10 any
God that hates to hear q child laugh !
Strike with hand Of fire. o weird must
clan, thy harp strung with Apollo's
golden hair Fill the vast cathedral
aisles with symphonies sweet and dim,
uett tOQCnef u tuo otkau AOyu. DioWs
bugler, blow, until thy silver notes do
touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and
charm the levers wandering mid the
viueclad bills. But know your sweetest
strains are discord compared with child
hoods happy laugh-the laugh that fills
the Eyes with light and every heart with
Joy |! o ripping river Of laughter. thou
art the blest boundary line between tho
beasts and men. and every hayward
wave OF thine doth drown some fretful
fiend Of care. o laughter. rose-lipped
daughter Of Joy, there are dimples
enough in thy cheeks to catch and hold
aud glorify all the tears OF grief.
Finally. men are oaks. women are
vines, children are flowers ; and II thore
is heaven in this world. 1t is in the fam
ily. It 10 whore the wife loves the hus-
band, and the husband loves the wife.
and where the dimplsd arms Of the
children are about the necks OF both.
That il heaven, and ! do not want any
better heaven in this or any other world
than that, and II in another world l can
not live with the ones I loved here, then