The morning news., 1898-11-27

thing, and we must pay 1t. With the chill
dren it is a loss of simplicity and child
ishness, that leaves one wondering f,with
all our love, and thought, and care, we
have not wrought them i'll instead of good.
Any one who is thrown much with the
modern child win tell you that it is no
uncommon thing to see little blase men and
women who are tired of life at the very
beginning. Nothing surprises them any
more, nothing amuses them; they are bor-
ed and weary and simple joys and pleas
ures have no power to rouse their languid
interest. There was a time, not so far back
in the memory of most of US, when gift
of a new doll was hailed with rapture, no
matter how stiff, and china-headed, and
hideous she might have been, when pres
ent of a doll trunk, or a toy cooking stove
would have lifted one to the seventh heav-
en- of delight, and the act of buying an ac-
ceptable present for a child must have
seemed the easiest thing in life Alas, how
far we have gotten from that Arcadian
simplicity now! Christmas is coming, and
we are already asking ourselves with dis
may what we can give to our children that
they have not already had and grown
weary Of And echo answers nothing. They
have already had it, and are tired of it.
In reality, there is often as much TO SYM
pathize with in the lot of the child who
has had too much, as there IS in the one
who has not had enough. The poor boy or
girl has at least a vision of delightful an
ticipation to look forward to. while the rich
one has had il all and exhausted il before
he was old enough or wise enough to know
the meaning of it. There are pleasures
that are like fine wine-it takes an educat-
ed taste and cultivated palate to know how
rare is the flavor, how delicious the bou-
quet. When we think back over life one
of the things we regret the most is the
lack of interest thai comes with the years
We insensibly wear off the fine edge of en-
joyment, and nothing comes to take its
place Then, if we are wise, we begin TO
be msers of our pleasures using them
carefully and nursing our emotions that
we may still keep our capacity for enjoy
ing. Would Il not be well to apply the
something for them to enjoy still in re-
serve?
They were travelling in the South says
a writer In the New York Times, and
through the cars at one of the stations
a young negro boy was calling out in
darky dialect that he had pies of all
kinds, which could be purchased for a
moderate sum. There was something ap-
petizing In the very sound of the words
and never had the family from the North
felt SO much the immediate need of a pie.
"Get an apple pie" said the mamma of
the family. She could taste in advance
that apple pie, made by one of the Old
Southern cooks, of whom she had read
so much But the hoy had no apple pies
VERY well; get mince pie" But there
were no mine pies and no eustard pies
when those were called for. But in the
meantime the boy was coming nearer
crying still: "All kahns of pie hyahw
''You say you have all kinds of pies"
said mamma, when he was within speak
ing distance but what kinds have you?'
"All kahns, missy" he answered, with
broad smile. "Open, shet and cross
bah" and he exhibited them. That was
exactly what he had. There was pie with
an upper crust, a pie without an upper
crust, and a pie in which the upper crust
was put on In crossbars, but they We're
all sweet potato pies.
"If I had the power to confer one sin
gle accomplishment upon all mankind, 4"
said a sensible looking woman at a re-
cent tea to a New York Sun writer, Il
believe I'd choose the art Of sitting still
and keeping absolutely quiet-the art of
repose l suppose one might call Il.
don't believe THAI anything wears more
upon human being than the constant