Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-10-19

other people ana our own, ana LOT the
truth Of this appeal with confidence to the
mothers of the children. Other peoples
children are 20 different from our own, 90
much noisef, and more troublesome. and
and--well, they are 30 different every way
from our own, you know. that it is singular
that naturalia make any other primary di.
vision. Other peoples children are Of in
finite variety, too great to be classified, 1
child, whose father rushes at the little thing
with q stick in his hand, his teeth set, his
ey o. glazing. his fst clenched, and q NUT
tered curse upon his lips. And to escape
the beating, to avoid the blows, to save
himself from cruelty, and pain, and bruises,
it tells q lie. and thus, and thus only, comes
off with whole skin and bones.
There is the child whose father has prom
ised him that on his next ride he shall 70
with him and so when Dobbins and the
buggy comes to the door, with happy heart
he runs for his hat and in joyful glee climbs
I'D into the seat and i'm patiently awaits his
rood fathers coming, tina. be may have
what he has waited weeks fora ride with
papa. Out comes papa, Q man of business
appearance and business character. pillar
in the church. Q truly good man, who pays
the pastor, and gives literally to the for
eign missionary society, and supports all
good enterprises, and mamma following
oh what nice time I'll have, ride with
papA and mamma too.
"Ahi Johnny, holding the horse for
papa. are your that's . good boy. Well
donei Now jump out, and run in the
house and stay till We come home"
but papa, you promised me if would
stay home and not cry the last time you
rode, that l might 60 with you, sure. the
next time"
"Did I, Johnny7 Well I believe did,
But mamma, We are going to Mr.. Smith 8
to-day, and they don't like children. and
Johnny's head isn't con bed, and his coat
is not very clean and his shoes don't look
very we'll, and think he'd better stay at
out, that's . good boy"
"But mAmma, I haven't rode any this
| summer. was sick awhile, and then papa
vas gene. and he promised me. sure, next
time. Now this ID next time, and want
TO ride SO bad.
Aamms is silent.
mo. John, you can't 60 this time, and
that's an end Of it, and I've told you so,
once for all Get out now. And 60 in the
house and behave yourself. Obey me. sir,
do you heart
Yes. Johnny. jump out darling. and
mind pepa. and run into the house and be q
good boy. and I'll bring you home some
| thing"
II don't want something want to
RIDE and think papa might let me, too,
after he promised me-
"Clear out, siri begone with you, now.
Go into the house and |, t me hear nothing
moro from you, not Q world"
Come, Dobbin, get away, sirt"
And Is the good deacon rides off with
| sanity air. Ting the sins of this world
and the depravity of mankind in general.
! and especially OF children. little John
| watches from the porch. his eyes streaming
| almost choking his utterancs until his eyes
kindle 1t lssgth into beams Of righteous
| rage. and as the buggy bearing the parental
forms passes around the corner out of sight
he raises his little fist. and to keep from
Blu sting pulls the safety valve, and out it
comes. ~ ou're q nasty, mean old liar,
| that's what you are, so nowH and down on
tho porch rug goes the little form, and sobs
itself away into dream Island and rides in q
chariot drawn by fairies.
| And yet good people wonder why chill
dren will lie ana evade and prevarcate.
| And then there's the child raised up ia
the strictest faith and practi 9. Sunday
comes, the christian Sunday, day of joy
and peace and happiness and rest and The
the eastern mountains. and the grass is gilt.
tering in its pearl drops, and the colors
come to the flowers. and tte trees rustic
their leaves in gladness, ana the bird on
| the bough is csrrolling TO its mate who il
warming into lite the little blue eggs in the
pretty hair nest in the tree, cocks are crow
ing, calves are capering, pigs are play ing
| and kittens romping. and all nature seems
glad. Down comes Bob, full of life and
health, recreated by refreshing sleep, in full
rapport with the gladness of the morning.
| RUM Jump Laugn2 Play? Yes.
| How can he restrain it3 Ahl there's father:
bob, do you know what day this is No
more of that, SIR" And the light dies in
the eye, the head is bowed, the counte-
nance fails, the step slackens, and the
happy. laughing, joyous child is trans
formed in.o = moping, sulking. ugly cynic.
After an hsur at Sunday school which,
thanks to modern inventions AMI civilized
| appliances, ha An enjoy, comes an hour
and half a. church and On a high seat,
his feet dangling. he is made to sit upright
and listen to the good pastor who talks far
over bis head about election and reproba-
ton and REORGANIZATION and retribution,
and things present and things to come, and
| creeds and confessions and cstechisms, till
his head grows weary and his heart grows
sick aud he forms resolutions of various
sorts, chief and first of which always Isl
| "When get big Ill not come to this
hateful place." Al last the tiresome SER
vice is over and the boy goes home. and
after dinner ia seated in chair and given
| his book and forced to read, and read, and
read, till on . lucky moment he escapes into
the yard. and then. seeing the gladness OF
all Things An mate, save himself, he wishes
he we're the bird that he might sing, or the
csf or kitten that he might play. or the
| dog that he might run and bark and laugh,
| IS old Trowser is doing with the puppy.
| Soon . voice swakes him from his reverie.
bob. come in the house here; don't be
lettering out there Come in and take
| your book Back into his dungeon with
reluctant step the unwilling prisoner goes,
and till niXhtfall, under paternal scrutiny,
turns the unread pages of his Bible, learn
| ing to hate it and all it contains and after
supper, or perhaps before, is another hour
and half 1t the church, and more lofty
preaching. perchance upon the duties of
| parents to bring children to church twice q
| day. and mt allow them to idle away the
holy Sabbath, and after fourteen hours
Of unmitjgated misery. Bob tumhles into
| bed, glad another Sunday is over. and
wishing Sunday would come like Fast 10y
--only ouce year. And Bob 9 father, good
ioui' wonders why the boy don't like Sun,
day.
There is another child, xho il a pupil a.
one Of the city schools, little eleven year
old girl Satchel in hand she can be seen
every morning tugging load of books
heavy enough to deform her, half mile to
school and then home again every night.
| All day she is busy studying away. rackine
her little brain over illustrations and rules,
problems and examples. analysis and gen.
eralizstion, moods and lenses, definitions
aad diagrams. Flushed and fevered she
sits, hour after hour, straining her nerves
| to the utmost tension. irving hard hard,