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"Dot ITunny Iiootlo Baby."
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Droo jxs I live most every day,
I laugh tno villi to boc do vay
Dot shnmll young baby dry to bly
Dot runny lootlo baby. .
Von I look of dom lootlo toea,
Und hco dot funny lootlo no?o,
XTnd hear do vay dot rooster croira,
I ahpillo Hko I vas crazy.
Und vonyt hoar tho roal nlco vay,
Dom vomons to my vlfo doy say
uMore llkolils fador ovory day."
I vas so proud like blazes.
Soraedlmcs doro comes a leotlo fqall,
Dot's von do vlndy vlnd vtll orawl
Right In his Inetlo stomach shmall ;
Now dot's doobad for baby.
Dot. makes hltn stnv: at night so shwoot,
Und trorrlo-barrlo ho must cat,
Und I uustshump shpryon my fct
To holp dot lootlo baby.
Ho pull my nosn, und kicks my hair,
"Und crawls mo ovor every vhoro,
Und slobbers mo ; but vat I care,
Dot vos my alnuall young bafcy.
Around my nook dot leotle arm
Vas squcezlnfc mo so nlco and varm,
Mlno Gott, may never como somo kxm
To dot shmall loetlo baby.
"Waiting for the Grist,
'It is strangV siid a gantlomin who sak next to mo
In 'tho car. aud-with whom L had struak up quite an ac
quaintance, " what an iutl lanoe a look, a word, or the
little act of a perfect stranger will sometimes have upon
" Yes." said I ; "more than any of it3 realize."
"It was the simple act of a stranger that changed tho
whole course of my life."
"Indeed I How so?"
" When I was a boy, my father moved to the then Far
West Ohio. It was before the dy3 of steam, and no
great mills thundered on her river banks, bub occasion
ally there was a little grist mill by the side of some small
stream, ami hither, whenever the water was up, tho whole
neighborhood flocked with their sacks of com. ' First
como, first served.' Sometimes we had to wait two or
three clays for our turn. I generally was the one sent
from our houso, for w'lile I was too small to be of much
account on tho farm, I was as god as a man to carry a
grist to mill. SoI was nob at all surprised one morning
when my father said, 'Henry, you can got up old roan
and go to mill to day.'
" Saunders' mill was ten miles away ; but I had made
the trip so often that it did not seem far. 1 believe one
becomes more attached to an old mill than to any other
building. I can see just how it looked a it stood there
under the sycamores, with its hngo whoel and rough clap
14 When I arrived, I found the North Branch and Rocky
Fork folks there ahead of mo, and I knew thero was no
hope of getting homo that day ; but I was not at all sorry,
for my basket was well iilled with provisions, and Mr.
Saunders always opened his big barn for us to sleep in ;
so it was no unpleasant time wo had while waiting for
our grist. This time thero was an addition to the num
ber that had been in the habit of gathering, from time-to
time, in the old Saunders barn a young fellow about my
own age, probably a little older. His name was Charley
Allen, ami his father had bought a farm over ou tho
Brush Greek road. Ho was sociable and friendly, but I
instinctively feit that he had more manners ' than the
rest of us. The evoniug was spent, as usual, in relating
coarse jokes and playing cards. Although I was nob ac
customed to such things at home, I had become so used
to it that it had loug since ceased to shock mo, aud, in
deed, I was fast becoming a very interested spectator.
" ' Well, boys, it is-time for us fellers to go to roost,'
said Jim Finley, oue of the greatest roughs on tho Rocky
Fork, as ho threw down his pack of cards and began to
undress. Wo all followed his example, although it was
not much undressing we did to sleep on tho hay mow ;
bub wo were so busy with our own ail' lira that we did not
notico Charloy Allen until Jim exclaimed, 'Heydeyl
we've got a parson here, we hev !' Charloy was kneeling
by the oats bin, praying, Jim Finley's jest mot with no
response Tho silence was onlybroken by the drowsy
cattle below and the twittering swallows overhead. More
than ouo rough man wiped a tear from his. eyos as ho
went silently to his bod on tho hay. I had always boon
in tho habit of praying ab home, bub 1 never thought of
such a thing at S Hinders' Mill. As I laid awake that
night In tho old barn, thinking of Charley Allen's cour
age, aud what an effect it had upon tfto men, I firmly re
solved that in tho future I would d right. I little
thought how soon my courage would bo tested. Just
after dinner I gob my grist and started for homo. When
I arrived at Albright's gato, whore I turned off to go
-homo, I found tho old squire waiting far mo. I saw in a
momoub that somothing had gone wrong I had always
stood in tho greatest awe of tho old goutlemu, baoiuso
ho was tho rich man of tho neighborhood, ami now I felt
my heart beginning to boat vory fast. A soon as I oamu
near ho said, Did you go through this gato yostordayp'
I could easily have domed it, as it was before daylight
wheiil wont through, and t quite as often wont the other
way. Charley Alloa kneeling in the barn ovno to my
mind like a (1 ish, and before I h ul timo to liston to tho
tompter I said, 'Yes, sir; I did.'
"'Are you sure you shut and pitmod tho gate?' ho
This question staggored mo, I remembered distinctly
that ! did not, L could pull tho pin out without getting
off my horse, but I could uot put it in again ;' so I care
lessly rode away aud left it opou,
" ! 1 I
" Out with it ; tell just what you did 1'
1,1 1 left it opon,' I said, abruptly.
" ' Well, you lot. tho cattle in, aud they havo destroyed
all my early potatooa a terrible piece of busiuoss 1'
" I'm vory sorry, I'd '
"Talking won't holp matters now; but remember,
boy, remember that sorrow don't make potatoes sorrow
don't make potatoes.'
"I felt vory badly about tho matter, for I -was really
sorry that tho old gentleman had lost his potatoes, and
thou I oxpectcd to bo severely reprimanded at homo ; but
I soon found that they know nothing of the matter, and
after sevoral days had passed I bogan to rest quite easy.
Alas for human hopes I ono rainy afternoon t saw tho
squire riding down tho lano. I ran off to tho barn,
ashamed to face him, and afraid to meet my fathor. They
sat on the porch aud talked for a long time. At last my
curiosity overcame my fear, and I stole back to tho house,
and went into mother's room to seo if I could hear what
they were talking about. Why, tho boy could bo spared
well enough, but ho don't know anything about the
business,' said my father. 'Thero is ono thing ho docs
know,' said tho squire ; 'he knows how to tell the truth.'
lie thon related the circumstance which I so much
dreaded to h.ive my father hear. After ho had gone, my
fa'her called mo .to him, and told me that tho squire was
going to start a store in tho village, and wautcd a boy to
help, and that I could go if I wanted to. I went, aud re
mained in the village store until it blossomed out into a
city store ; and people say that I got my start in life
when t entered Albright's store, but I will always main
tain that I got it while I was waiting for tho grist."
Tho Grace of Expressing It.
There are people in tho world with very kind hearts,
who yet hurt others, simply from not using that power
of expression, which surely all havo, in more or less de
gree. Others are troubled with a painful reserve, which
prevents them from giving expression to their feelings,
although they may bo very warm and very deep, and
they are often wholly misunderstood by those about
them. Tennyson tells of a certain shy Ellen Adair, who,
though dying for her lover, caused herself to bo so misun
derstood by him that ho left her, uttering such stinging
words that they broke tho poor girl's heart ; aud when
upon his return he found how grievously they had mis
conceived each other, ho wrote upon her tombstone
Hero lies the body of Ellen Adair,
And hero tho heart of Edward Gray.
It is terrible to-think what mischief has been wrought
among children and young people by this waut of the
power of expression on the part of parents and teachers
How many a sensitive child has been almost ruined by
parents who never saw that ho was trying his vory ut
most to please ; or if they saw it, nevor did as Lyman
Beecher did with his children, let them know that ho saw
aud appreciated the act, however slight it may appear to
be. A little fellow has been reading of some young hero
who helped his father and mother in all sorts of ways
and after racking his brains to think how he too can help,'
ho lemembers that he can fetch his father's slippers and
Mind What You Say.
It is always well to avoid saying everything that is im
proper, but is especially so before children. And hero
parents as woll as others aro often at fault. Children
have as many oars as grown persons, and they aro gen
erally more attentive to what is said before thorn. What
they hear they aro very apt to repeat, and as they hav
not discretion and knowledge of the world enough to
disguise anything, it is generally found that " children
aud fools speak tho truth."
See that little boy's eyes glisten whilo you aro speaking
in language you would not wish to have repeated. He
docs not fully understand what you moan, but ho will
romembor every word, and it will be strange if he duos
uot cause you to blush by its repetition.
A gontlomau was in tho habit of calling at a neighbor's
house, and the lady had always expressed to him great
pleasure from his call. One dav, just after she had ox
pressed to him as usual her happiness from his visit, her
little boy entered the room. The gentlemau took him o,n
his kueo and asked, "Are you not glad to seo mo,
" JNo, sir," replied the boy.
" Why not? " asked the gentleman.
"Because mother don't want you to oome," replied
" Indeed I how do you know that, George?"
Here tho mother was crimson aud looked daggera at
tho little son ; but ho saw nothing and therefore replied :
''Because she said yesterday that she wished that old
bore would not call here again."
That was enough. Tho gentleman's hat was soon in
requisition, aud he left with tho improssion that "great
is the truth and it will prevail."
Another child looked sharply in the face of a visitor,
and being asked what she meant by it, replied :
"I wanted to see whether you had a drop in your eye;
I heard mother say you had, frequently."
A boy once asked ono of his father's guests who lived
next door to him, and .when ho learned his name he asked
if he was uot a fool.
"No, my little friend," replied the guest, "he is not a
fool, but a very sensible man. But why did you ask that
"Because," replied the boy, "mother said the other
day that you were next door to a fool, aud I wanted to
know who lived next door to you.n r
A Child's Sympathy.
taice ms ooots away ana put tuem m tho proper place.
Without saying a word to anybody, when evening comes,
ho does it : but the father is so occupied that he notices
not what tho boy has done. The little follow hopes on,
thinking that when ho goes to bed, his father will say
how pleased ho was to seo Charley so willing to help ; but
not a word is uttered ; and the boy goes to bed with a
choking feeling in his throat, aud says his prayer by the
bedside with a sadness very real in his heart. Parents
often complaiu of childro i uot being so ready to help as
they should bo ; the fault is with the parents, who have
not known how to evoke feeliugs with which tho heart
of evory child is richly stored.
A little, girl has battled bravely with herself, aud got
up early on a Sunday morning, done many little things
for her mother, hurried over her breakfast, and got to
her sohool in timo. There has been her teacher, stiff aud
cold, with just a nod of recognition for the child, and
nothing more. Without knowing exactly why, the little
scholar has felt very sad. How delighted she would havo
been if tho teacher had, with ungloved hand, kindly
drawn her to her side, and said with a beaming face how
pleased she was to see her ab school so early.
If parents and teachers would but cultivate this grace
of expression, how good it would be I Many, alas I exer
cise tho grace in a way which makes one wish they were
bereft of tho power altoge her, for they are forever find
ing fault. They are troubled with a conscientious con
viction that they must look for defects in those about
them. Of course they find them, and thon they aro
pointed out in a way that cruelly wpunds a highly con
scientious and sensitive naturo, and incalculable harm is
It is quite roraarkablo what resuUs havo followod fiom
even one single oxprossion of loving approval. When
John Gibson was a little boy, ho is said to have sat at the
cottage window sketching somo geese that wore parsing.
Ho showed tho sketch to his mother. " Welldono 1" she
sid ; " that's very nice ; I should try again if I were
you" Ho tried again, aud became tho world-ronowned
soulptor. Benjamin West, whou about five years old,
was left one summer day in the garden with a baby
cousin. Ho made a rude sketch of tho child. "Why,"
said tho delighted mother, "he has skotohed little Sally !"
Ho made other sketches after that, aud became tho favor
ite paiutor of Georgo III and President of tho Royal
Academy. Years ago a fond aunt said to a boy who had
written out a pieco of poetry in short-hand : "Why,
you'll bo a short-hand writer in tho llouso of Commous
som day 1" and tho prediction has boon fulfilled.
Pleasant, helpful, and never forgotten are all such
word- of approval. In a largo family there havo boon
days of auxioty aud care Tho eldest daughter by hor
skill in teaching has earned a little extra monoy, and
Avithout a word to any one, she lays nearly all of it out
in buying things that are much needed in the houso.
What joy fills hor heart when a fond mother takes hor
aside, aud with omotlon that cauuot bo ooucoaled, says
how thaukful sho is for such considerate kindness, and
murmurs: "Idou't know what, wo should do without
Mumo is sweet, aud will often heal a woundod heart,
but tho winsome words of xy provul uttered by ono wo
love aro sweotor still, for thby are an balm whou' they aro
spokon ; and in after days, days of darkness and of sor
row, they return upon tho soul with healing on their
A child's eyes those clear wells of undefiled thought
what on earth can be so beautiful? Full of hope, love,
and curiosity, they meet your owu. In prayer, how
earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender.
The matf who never tried tho companionship of a little
child has carelessly passed"by one of the pleasures of life
as one passes a rare flower, without plucking it or know
ing its value. A child cannot understand you, you thinkj
speak to it of the holy things of your religion, of your
grief for the loss of a friend, of your love for some one
you fear will never love in return; it will take, it is true,
no measure or soundtug3 of your thought ; it will not
judge how much you should believe; whether your grief
is rational in proportion to your loss ; whether you are
worthy or fib to attract the lovo which you seek ; but its
whole soul will incline to yours and engraft itself, a it
were, ou tho feeling which is your feeling for tho hour.
Mamma if And David was able to kill that great bitj
man Goliath because God helped him." H:ury (aged 6)
"Weill I don't call that fair, mamma; that's two on
A precious boy of six years, listening wearily to a long
winded tale related by a prosy relative, took advantage
of a short pause to say, slyly: " I wish that story had
been brought out in numbers." ,3
" Very intellectual boy that of yours, Mr. Goggins; I
should like to examine his head." Proud father
" Johnny, what bumps have you got? " "I've, gob the
bump that Billy Hopkins gave me ou the nose, but I'm
laying for him, father."
"Johnny, you must never use tobacco," said a fond
mother; "oven the hogs don't dj tint." "I know they
don't, mamma, and hogs don't go to heaven neither;"
and Johnny went out soon after aud hid two cigar stumps
under the doorstep. u
At a parish examination a clergyman asked a oharity
boy if ho had over beon baptized. "No, sir," was the
reply, "not as I knows of, but I've been waxinated.n
"What is meant by tho power behind the throne ?"'
asked the teacher. "Tho ace," replied tho smart, bad,
boy, " whioa is greater than tho king."
A little boy in Georgia who wrote to Santa Glaus for a
pony was wise euouh to add : " Po3orit. If he is amulo,
please ty his behino legs." 4 ;
Edith and Mabel had just put their dollies in their littlo
crib, when Edith, with tho oxprossion of oue who had a
groat weight lifted from her shoulders, said: "There,
I'm thankful we've got tho children to bed 1 We shall
havo a little peace now 1" Where in the world did sho
get such a ridiculous notion.
A successful busiuoss man says there were two things
which ho learned when ho was oightoon, which wore after
ward of groat use to him ; namely: Never to lose any
thing, aud uevor to forgot auything."
.Ail old lawyer sent him with au important paper, with,
certain instructions what to do with it. ,
"But," inquired the young mau, "suppose I lose it;
what must I do thon ? "
Tho answer was with the utmost emphasis :
" You must not lose it."
"I don't menu to." said tho youug man, "but suppose
I should happen tol"
" But I say you must not happon to ! I shall make no
provision for any such occurrouco. You must not lose itl'
Wukn a boy walks with a girl as though ho wore afraid
somo ono might soo him, tho girl is his sister. If he walks
so close to her as to nearly crowd hor against tho fouoa, it
is tho sister of some one olso.