Morning journal and courier., 1884-02-27

into the recesses of the church stesples, cer-
 taiAly most fitting place for little creature
 that is selected as the emblem of love and
 innocence. On a Sunday evening just at
 dusk, and while the Salvation military were
 singing to e throng gathered under the fa-
 cads at the State House, we were attracted
 by happy sight. On the grass near Trinity
 were nine little girls all of size and age,
 about four years, and dressed just alike in
 white, in charge of two ladies from some
 and chasing each other like so many kittens,
 and their joy and glee were unbounded.
 With the novelty and pleasure of the sight
 came the saddening reflection that these are
 the children of poverty and misfortune and
 happy because of their ignorance of the
 blight upon them. The sensation was akin
 to an experience we had when 8 young man
 in 8 southern city. We were out one morn
 ing in it's environs enjoying their beauty and
 silence, when we were startled by the laugh
 of a child, a laugh so joyous that we instant
 ly turned to learn it's source, when our eye
 lit upon little fellow black as coal, about five years of age standing alone close by us
 standing in single garment, apparently ob- Evious to our presence. He had seen some- thing, we know not what, that had amused him, and his face was beautiful in it's joy. And this child was a slave and happy because he was ignorant. We thought sadly, "Poor little fellow! You don't know your fate.
 These rich, these powerful ones around you
 have mortgage upon you from your very
 birth. They will say to you, You shall neither learn to read nor write, nor own home, nor possess property. Even your wife and children, if you obtain them, we shall tear from you whenever our thirst for gold shall prompt, and you shall see them no more nor learn their fate. The great master has placed us and you in world of beauty and mystery, and has given to every human be- ing that immortal principle that yearns for its knowledge and enjoyment. But the re fined and beautiful things shall be closed to you, for you are born a slave, and if neces- sary to enforce obedience we shall pursue you with the lash of the task master through your entire life, even to the brink or the grave.'" This picture, this speech, flashed through our mind in connection with that joyons laugh and that happy face, beautiful in It's innocence, the face of 8 weak, helpless child, and an entire commonwealth, more than a million strong. arrayed against him.
 Yet it is but right to say among that million were multitudes who looked upon their posi- tion with sadness, yet were powerless to rem sdy it.
 The proudest and most interesting object that comes to our Green is the young mother when she passes under the elRas, and is nov ing in front her babe in it's soft nest on wheels. Such are generally the neat and prettily -attirsd wives of young clerks or ar tisans, who often come from mile or more away and are without the means, even if such were their desire, of passing over their heart treasures into the charge of hirelings. The prayer, 'Give ma neither poverty nor rich es, '' herein has it's most beautiful sxsmplih- cation The l1ttle ono is in care of it's God selected guardian, and the happiness ot the mother and the happiness or the babe Is something insxprsssible- It is as bank Of pure loye, that ovsrhows with the rich est of treasure, whether the discounts are on earth or beyond the skies. Reposing In full comfort in it's soft, grateful nest, the little is receiving it's first impressions Of this wonderful life, while its eyes are direct cd aloft, taking In glimpses Of blue skies through the beauty-setting of green branch ss. The port of the mother, as she pushes before her the carriage of delicate basket work, is something peculiar. Her elbows drop to her waist, her palms rest on the han dle, her chest is thrown out, giving erectness to her figure akin to that of the soldier, yet withal preserving the all-gracing beauty, the towering outlines of woman. It is with the | sloWsst of motion and 8 stately measured tread, with sort of rhythm in it, that she | passes under the elms, half way lingering | with her treasure as though she was rsluc- | tant even to meys, 50 serene the emotion | that fills her bosom. And often third Is l added, maybe 8 little toddler of 8 girl, and | missing her mothers guiding hand, for that | is resting on the carriage, she clasps the | hem of her garment and moves along by aser side under the grateful sense of perfect pro- tection. And nowhere, we believe, is suester picture of moral beauty and genuine happiness found than this, which is seen on any fine summers day by the morning light and in the evening tide on our Green. And it is a pleasant reflection that the most su- prems of joys. those which come from the of the heart, are given in as full measure to the lowly and humble as to the proud and powerful of our land.