The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-12-30


a queen bee died, the bees in the hivs
would select the larva of common
| bee, put it in the royal chamber anf
feed it peculiar kind of bee breac
which made it develope into queer
| bee; and when we lead our children
into the realm of books, if we leat
wisely, We lead them into rooms witt
higher domes-into relms of thought
that waken and widen as the years
| go by. Here, worthy ideals will shape
themselves without rule and line.
Naturally and unconsciously, the
strong and gracious outlines OF Chris
tfan character will assert themselves
in the child life.
We do not now gather an i'll assert
ed mass or facts and ideas-and call
it an education-piling the child's wis
dom high-"until the wonder grows
that one small head can carry all he
knows"
We recognize, OF course, that know
ledge is one of the natural and inevi-
table results of study, but our aim,
If we are true educators, is to care for
| the physique, to strengthen the weaker
faculties, maintaining a wise and
each child to assert its own peculiar
individuality, and yet secure the de-
velopment of all the powers of its
being-until it shall be an harmonious
whole, physically, mentally and spir-
/. itually. like beautiful piece of ma
chinery, strong in every part, and
equipped for service.
Il IL we have, as mothers and teach
ers, failed to attract and interest the
child, we are the billiards and it
is we who are bound to make
blunderers. We are bound to make
study SO delightful and inspiring that
the children shall have that one thing
better than knowledge, and that is the
love of it.
4 1t is a happy child who learns of
Sir Walter from the mothers lul-
LADY. "Oh hush thee my baby, thy
sire was knight, or of
FTeanyson from the same voice,
Grooming, Sweet and Low, Sweet and
Low, Wind of the Western Sea- or
of Kingsley's Water babies from the
same lips. singing. soft, Soft Winds
from out the Sweet South Sliding"
Yet many remarkable children and
countless hordes of rolicking, sunny
haired, every day children have grown
.up successfully without them because
every mother has her own coterie of
iullabyes and nursery rhymes that her |
children love.
When they sang the alarming rhyme |
l'Rockabye baby. in the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will |
rock,
When the bough bends, the cradle will
| fall.
And down comes the baby, cradle and
/, ALL"
They soothed us and put in little
science teaching at the right time by
telling us, that the baby was only a
little brown acron that wanted to lie
safe on the ground.
/. How delightedly we ..trotted away
10 Boston and took our daily airings
on our way to Banberry Cross. How
We enjoyed Little Miss Muffet and
happy Jackey Horner. They peopled
bur little world and satisfied our so
eial instincts and just how much our
ambition for athletics was stimulated
by contemplating the phenomenal
seap of 1.-The COW that nightly jumped
,ver the moon.'' can never be told.
.1any of our Mother Gooses melodies
come down from old Saxon times and
ulled the babies to sleep, for centuries
,efore our bards were born.
The mother should allow no household
sares-no society-no literary abstrac-
lions to rob herself and her children
4 the precious morning and evening .
our together. Everything she has |
nd is belongs to those helpless morsels
4 humanity, that are to waken at her I
ouch and call to the higher possibil- i
ties of living
/ If the mother have no singing voice, ,
that wealth of song and story lies !
lefore her in the world of books. |
\ She can read aloud and commit to
Memory, teaching her children beau .
tful poems, that will be treasure I
loves to the coming generation. t
] Katherine Shute has made a most I
harming selection of songs without {"
lusic, entitled, The Land of Song" +
h three volumes adapted TO the vary +
,g ages of the children. s
Charles Welsh has book of nur-
Cry rhymes. Our own Elizabeth +
doullle has written dainty little stor- o
as.
AS we turn the leaves of such books, :.
olildren's eyes look up. eager and ex- fl
Dsctant. N
You can hear the jingle of laughter
nd delight, and there come the II
choes of music sung by mothers lips 4
trough the generations. o
;. The songs you sing and the stories h
ou tell your children, they will give 4
!. theirs and SO you set your seal up
q the generations that are To come. I.
Most boys will not take up poetry =
1 themselves and yet there is moth II
il can be taught them more satisfac-
,rily. 1t takes the spoken poem, the If
sdence of the human voice TO inn a.
~rt the fire and the pathos--the real r;
eaning of poem. If this be given, IL
:, child will grow up TO say he docs
ot like poetry" Macaulay's Lays of /.
-lcient Rome'-Parts of Scott and
Wordsworth. Moore, Burns and $
lake speare. are peculiarly adapted a,
!. the boyish taste. His pulses will n,
rill his Imagination will kindle h;
lille the force of his delivery and Fl,
,.sticulation will remind Won of s.1he