The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1898-12-18

sne either gives a stomach ami no fo,d--
SUCH as the poor, in health-or else
| feast e'S'
And takes AWAY the ston,,,,h--spcb mr.,
the rich we
1na' nave abundance and enjoy 1t not
! ana yet for aught 1 see they are as sick
snat sudleit with too much as they tina.
! sosTve With nothing n is No mean hannI.
ness therefore To be seated In tho mean
! superfiutty comes soonest by white HAIRS.
ous competency lives longer
f'us really, as far rs true happiness Is
concerned, there Is not 50 much disparity
IN human conditions as might be supposed
AS the poet Pope says:
Sonase.on, circumstance is not the thipr.
i'iiss Us the same IN subject as In king.
~ may be said also that there is a law
" compensation pesyading the vast realm
VI uoa providence in which happiness is
pretty equally meted out to the children Of
men, as they deserve.
ms might be happily illustrated In Yhat
rhannNng child character. poor. capp,ea 4,
INDUSTRIOUS yot bright and cheerful iI1Ne
Jenny Wren. the dolls dTessmaker. In The
following biief quotations 1t may be seen
Eow beautifully and POLITICALLY the author
iias WiousNt out Tor her divine com
nSneiion in her ideal childlea. birds and
flowers.
wonder how ii happens that when
am at work, sitting here through II. long
summer hours alone. | smell flowers. /
smell roses till | think | see the rose
leaves lying in heaps-busihels ON the
ground. snleQl the white and rink MAY
IN the hedges, and adj sorts of flowers /
never was among. For | have seen ye.y
rev flowers indeed in my life And the
oitds hear. Oh cried the liUtle creature
holding up her hands and looking upward.
how they sing There was something In
The face and action for the moment quite
INSPIRED and beautiful. And the
children l used to see very early in the
morning were very different from any 9TH
els | ever saw. They were like me-
chilled. anxious. beaten. and they were
never IN pain. Neither were they
like the children of the neighborhood.
They never made me tremble by setting UP
shrill noises-and they never Knocked me.
Such numbers of them all in white
dresses and with something shining on
their borders. that have never been abe
To initiate in my work. although | have
tried so often. They used TO come down
IN long, bright, shining, slanting rows,
and sing altogether: Who is this in pain?
Who Is this in pain And then they swept
nhout me, and took me UP and made me
light
But In all of Dickens ideal heart chii-
dren none is more endearing and attractive
than dear, devoted, elf-sacrficing Little
Nell. AS Dickens may be considered only
second 10 Shakespeare in his portraiture
of character, he also emulates that immor-
tai in that he is essentially a poet and
writes poetic prose In the death and
burial scene OF Little Nell we have by
simply changing one word-grandame for
grandmother perfect, harmonious and me-
lodiouS blank verse, of which some brief
examples are here given:
she was dead. No sleer so beautiful
so calm. SO free from trace of PAM 80
fair to look upon. She seemed creature
fresh from the hand of God, and waiting
for the breath of life; not one who had
lived and suffered death
And now the bell-the bell she had 90
often heard by night and by day and lis
tened TO as to Il living voice, now sung
its remorseless knell for her--so young, so
beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and Wig
orous life, the blooming youth, and helpless
infancy poured forth TO gather round that
early grave. Then when The dusk of even
ing had come and not u sound disturbed |
the silent stiffness of the place-whep the |
bright moon poured In her light on tomb !
and monument--on pillar wall and arch |
and most of all, 1T seemed, upon her quiet |
that calm zine. when all out
ward things and inward thoughts teen
with assurances OF immortality and world |
w hopes and fears are humbled in the dust |
before them-then with tranquil and sub
missive hearts they turned away and left
The child with God"
"Oh. when death strikes down the limo
cent and young and every fragile form
from which he lets the painting spirit free |
thousand virtues rise in shapes of mercy,
charity and love 10 walk the earth and |
bless 1T. OF every tear that sorrowing NOR
tails shed on such green graves some good
s born. some gentle nature comes. In the
iestroyer'e footsteps there spring up .
bright creations that defy his power, and |
his dark pathway becomes a way 10
And so 1t may be said of the author
If these beautiful and inspiring thoughts.
hat In him and In his bright IDEAL crea-
ions "a thousand virtues rise IN shapes
Il mercy. charity and love TO walk t'a
,arth and bless it,"
The distinguishing character of all Dick
ms works are their altruistic love and
ender ard pathetic~'rumanity
rtensely human is thy soul. Charles Dick
ems
Moral and social good to life 1t quickens.
he bend of common blood ana nature
n iordly halls. and where the poor man
siekens.
Mamie Dickens in her sketches OF her
ather "as SHE recalls him" speaks OF how
earthly and Enthusiastically he entered
nto all their childish games and amuSe-
nents. and that when the Christmas holt
avs came round It was to them yerltab!e
.rablan Nights entertainment, Not olly
is own children but ell children fould
i'm sympathizing friend and dear.
elightful companion.
Ii Is not surprsirg tten that al his own
uriai in Westminster the ohiliten OF Lon
On should have nearly filled his grave
eth floral offerings. {
And while these lovely children OF earth
,cre showering upon the green grave OF
,eir friend these floral offerings-these ,
eau,iful and tender tokens-we may I'M
zine that those other dear ideal children |
{ his fancy were also lowering In sp-T!t
Doyr his sacred dus.. adding Immortal !
arlanGa CT Their own, while from Inc
oiiil lips OF poor, de5clate Joe--tbe crosS- :
" sweeper--may have come the s~eetNont 4
id refrain: q
"He was very good TO me, he was,
Is il not indeed pleasant TO believe, WIN
hoebe Cary; d
That even the children of the brain I
Have not been bore and died In yaan' 4
Tho mere unclothed and dumb.
Put on SINE brighter better shore
They live embodied eyermore !