Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-01-11
THE CHILDREN.
THE WISE SMALL PEOPLE.

past the window near which our little
worshipper was kneeling, and homes
y compelS me to acknowledge that
zone of Jamie's eyes was intent OF
temporal things, while the other was
piously given to those of spiritual i'm :
port. Midway in the petition jamie Is
temporal eye spied a PROSTATE figure
coming jubilantly down hill. 1t was
too much for the small mans piety
The spiritual eye flew wide open, and
jamie darted to the window, and ut
tered an excited "Whoop!" then
dropped upon his knees and ended
his prayer.
Hattie was not at all familiar with
"darkies"; indeed, her whole ac
quaintance with the race was limited
to one stalwart ebony friend, whose
face fairly shone with blackness. She
never could understand about it. Her
loyal friendliness and deep pity were
at variance, and her small soul was
often stirred within her.
"Mamma," she said, one day, sdid
God make Mr.. Jackson?"
'sWhy, yes, dear-of course he did"
her mother answered, surprised.
There was a long silence, which
the little lady devoted to much deep
thought; then, with troubled SIGH,
Mamma, do you suppose God
thought he was pretty?"
A typical young America" in N
, having been guilty OF a flag
rant transgression against his young
er brother, was called to account by
his mother, who proceeded to work
the 'sympathetic" movement upon
him.
s'Oh, Freddy, how could you do so?
How could you treat your dear little
brother so?
Suppose Carl were to die; what
would you do them"
"Humph!" cody replied the unim-
pressed Fred; Cpd put on my new
pants m go to his funeral"
During the war, when one of our
Southern cities was under martial
law band music was common oc-
currence, and source of unfailing
delight to small child Kittie. She
could never hear enough of it, and
one evening, when her mother called
her into the house, the music loving
little maiden stoutly declined the in
vitation.
''But you will catch your death of
cold, DEAR" her mother urged
"No, matter, mamma; the band
plays all day up in heaven, and it
don't play only two times here"
The same little person, whose pro
clivities tended strongly toward
Methodism, once had a severe trouble
with her knee, insomuch that it was
very painful to bend it. At bedtime
it was suggested that she say her
prayers standing beside her mother
Kittie was shocked, and exclaimed,
with whitening sarcasm, "Do you sup
pose Pm going to be Baptist?" And
down dropped the small martyr to
pay her VOWS on the poor little knee.
Little Ben's grandfather was af
ficted with lame leg, and the small
grandson was wont to pray for it ev-
cry night. After while, however,
he evidently grew tired of it, and one
evening arranged matters in this
way: go Lord" he prayed as usual,
s'bless grandpa's lame leg" Then,
struck with happy idea, he settled
his obligations once for all: 80 Lord,
bless everybody's legs. Amen"
Little Joe's Sunday school teacher
questioned him one Sunday as to
whether he always said his prayers
when he went to bed at night, and
the young gentleman replied, cheer
fully, "Well, yes, only when have to
sleep on the floor; then don't have
any place to pray to-"
Mile, three and half years old,
had a regal fashion of ordering her
friends about and commanding them
to do her small ''biddings' with calm
dignity. Her grandmother humored
her, as grandmothers viii. On one
occasion, when grandmother had been
trotting upstairs and down after
cookies and bread and butter for her
petit m u e55y, auntie looked up from
her work, and exclaimed, half impa-
tiently, "Millie, you're a regular little
tyrant."
ooh no, isn't,' her wee majesty
made an answer, scornfully; ''I's a
Congregationist.o
Two small sisters, whose ages were
respectively five and seven, were
overheard gravely discussing the pro-