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as themselves. They do not know how to be frolics-this is the stuff out of which wholesome children. “Be a woman," has been drilled into manhood and womanhood is made. Children their heads till it has broken their childish who are under conviction of sin at five years hearts; and cold, silent, and reticent, perhaps of age die of brain disease, or live with hypodeceitful, they sit by while other children, easy, chondria to torment the life out of all around happy, and graceful, bear off the honors which them. Sad is the family that has one or more they could so easily have won if they could have of such. I don't doubt the mother of the had fair play.
Gracchi was a sad romp, and I more than susThis is almost the worst thing in the world pect Portia of immense tom-boyhood. Such for a child. Children need each other. They healthy natures could not have developed otherpine and wither away without each other. wise, Twins very often die at nearly the same time. Pity and love the little children. Tolerate The magnetic influence of children on each these pets. Comfort Nellie over her dead bird, other is wonderful. They are thoroughly dem- and don't call Molly's "little white kitty" a "cat." ocratic and gregarious. Rupert's purple and it is enough to break a juvenile heart to have fine linen don't hinder him in the least from one's darlings snubbed. How would you like playing with barefooted Bob round in the al- to hear your own Frederick Augustus called a ley. Bob may be a good companion for Ru- dirty young one?" The little ones have their pert, but the chances are against him; but if tragedies and comedies, and laugh and weep you do not find Rupert suitable companions he more sincerely than you do at Falstaff or Lcar. will find those for himself that are not so, and They love, marry, keep house, have children, yours will be the responsibility and regret. have weddings and funerals, and dig little graves
Some “don't see the sense of children wast- for dead mice in the garden, and mourn into ing their time playin' round all day," and work small white handkerchiefs, and get brother Jim them till all the child is erased, and a dull, old, to write an appropriate inscription for its tiny weary, pinched look takes the place of childish head-board. Is not this human nature in little, grace. Not that the work amounts to any and in its small way, as deserving of a certain thing; for every body knows that“ bairns' work respect? You do not despise your own reflecis aye more plague than profit.” You have lost |tion in a concave mirror, you know. all and gained nothing when you do thus. It Cherish the children; mend the frocks; don't is just as bad to dress them like fashion-plates, scold them for broken toys-for man is not more and force them through a fashionable school, inevitably mortal than playthings. Don't strip till they emerge creatures of monstrosity at their fat shoulders in winter, nor roast them in which Dundreary might take heart of grace. fannels in dog-days, because somebody told you
I don't want children to be idle. They will to. Don't drug them; don't "yarb” them; not and can not be idle; but they like to work don't stuff them with pastry, or starve them on for themselves, and in their own way. Boys chippy bread; don't send them to infant schools must build (oh, those beautiful castles in Spain!) at three, or to fancy balls at ten, nor teach them with blocks, either from the toy-bazar or car- the commandments earlier than they can repenter's-shop, it don't matter. Girls must have member Mother Goose. Let them have Christdolls. Oh the earnest passion with which wax- mas and Fairy Stories; grandpa's horse-canc en Lily or cloth-and-cotton Molly is regarded ! rather than Mr. Birch's ferule; Little Bo-Peep, and the dear rag-baby suffers violence every not English Reader; Mary Howitt, not Jamiehour in the day from the affection of her “ittle son's Rhetoric. Give them Willson's Readers mamma." That was real human nature in when they want them, not before. Cossette, her fierce love for her stolen puppet. Children remember those who made them And if little girls must sew (alas for Eve's un- happy. You know you remember yet the lady fortunate luncheon and all our woe!), they will who brought you Red Riding-Hood when you learn as well and quickly again making Dolly's had the measles, and the oranges when you had clothes, and cloaks, and bedding, than on long the fever; and told you what the chickens, cats, sheet-seams or distracting patch-work. Take cows, dogs, and bull-frogs said; and the brightan interest in their attempts; cut the frocks, eyed big boy who swung you over the foaming show them how to do it, and admire the work gutter ten years ago when you were a little trotwhen done. I have a great respect for sewing ter going to school. in general, and especially for a child who can I remember well secing a "long exiled from dress dolls well.
home" Scotch woman open a box of keepsakes Children-real live, plump, jolly, roly-poly from over the sea. All were pretty and wellchildren -- are as scarce as sensible grown-up chosen; some of them valuable; but when all people. Little, thin, narrow-shouldered, angu- were emptied out of the box there lay, I know lar, pale intellectualities are common enough. not whether by accident or design, a little dried It is your healthy tom-boy that is the rarity. "gowan.” You should have seen the power What woman ever was less delicate in soul and of childish association as the lady spied the tiny pure in heart because she tore her frocks and dry morsel that had once had life in dear old climbed trees when she was a child ? Real Scotland, and the raining tears as she pressed wild, childish romping, with ringing laughter her lips, trembling with home-sick longings, to and twinkling feet, merry dances and family her new-found treasure.
" The gowan! the bonnie wee gowan! Oh sac mony's the time when, with brithers an' sis
THE LITTLE HEIRESS. ters, we pu'ed you far away in old Scotland!” Twas in the middle of summer, and in a
IT she exclaimed, in the words and tones of her season of remarkable beauty, when Edward childhood, which long absence and fine culture Courtney—a young and intelligent, though not had for years made strangers to her lips. And yet a distinguished member of the Bar-determshe kissed the withered plant over and over ined to disenthrall himself for a short time from again, crooning over it, as if it were a long-lost the cares and duties of a profession, which is child who had been reclaimed, from an Indian apt at his time of life to be more arduous than camp. It was no dry and worthless weed she remunerative, and to set out upon an unaccusheld, but the priceless key of sweet childish tomed trip of health and pleasure seeking. Harmemories of the Hieland and moorland, the loch ing no definite object but relaxation and enjoyand the mountain, and the dearer brothers and ment in view, he did not purpose to fetter himsisters now parted by the salt sea foam. They self by any presupposed plan or route, but meant were all at home in a moment, and the ingleside to take with him no determination more precise blazed for all alike once more.
than that of “floating upon the current of Don't expect too much of the little people. events;" of wandering and tarrying just whenOriginal sin don't have as much to do with ever and wherever the whim of the moment their ill-temper as physical causes. Bread-and-should invite, until the limited time and funds butter, well sugared, is a powerful moral agent. which he had devoted to the purpose should be A warm salt bath of a warm afternoon is a great expended. regenerator, and the moral power of a walk with But at this particular crisis, by one of those papa, holding his immense red forefinger with fortunate chances which do sometimes occur, four tiny white ones, is astonishing. Pins and though rarely, in this untoward world which we tight frocks are an invention of Herod and his presume to call ours, he received the offer of an emissaries; use buttons, and don't spare button- agency, the object of which was, so far as he holes. It don't take so long to make them as to was concerned, to collect statistics for an agrihunt up pricking pins in the long-run. Don't cultural commission. fasten babies' frocks so tight, for fear they will It was easy to see that this appointment, if hurt themselves crying. They won't cry if they accepted, while it would in no degree interfere are loose and easy; unless they are tired or in with his own plans of enjoyment, would give to pain, and then crying is their way of telling you. his purposeless wanderings the dignity and the
If you have a sweet, good, fat, loving baby, zest of an object; and while it would enable him never mind who wears satins and pearls. You to extend their circuit, would at the same time have better than satin in its soft skin, and its give him a pleasant introduction to the homes pearls will come through great tribulation: where- of a class of men at once intelligent and comwith be loving and patient, for great is your re-municative (the better educated farming class), ward.
from whose conversation he felt he might, while You may talk all the soft nursery jargon to it faithfully following up the interests of his that you want to. It is good for both of you ; employers, derive much personal pleasure and and if Hypercriticus objects, when you get time profit. read him a six hours' stretch of Johnson's Dic- The appointment was gladly accepted. A tionary. He deserves it.
few brief interviews with his principal made In fact, if we were transplanted, bodily and known to him the duties and requirements of his helplessly, to a strange country, neither under- office, the particular points of detail upon which standing its language nor manners, and every information was most desirable, and, armed with body thumped us about, and never let us do note-books and credentials, he set out upon his what we wanted to, and made us do what we tour of observation and inquiry. didn't want to, I don't think we should do very It is not our intention to weary tlie reader by differently from what the babies do. I think dwelling upon the various stages of a journey so that, in their case, I should roar as loudly as I devious and erratic--or how he loitered in outcould for help.
of-the-way places and sketched, and fished, and Mother-sense is what is needed. A foregone questioned, and answered, and traveled on foot love for the little ones before they come, and un- or by rail, as inclination or convenience promptdying love when they do—a cherishing care of ed; but merely say that one fine, bright mornone's self for their sakes, that we may be brave and ing in June was devoted by him in visiting the strong, wise and beautiful, when they need us to farm of Mr. Livingstone. beman undying love for them, in aggregate and This farm was one which he had been parin detail, in quantity and quality that does, dares, ticularly recommended to investigate; he had and braves all things for them.
heard much of it on every hand, for its fame was In a word : Don't kill the little children, widely spread. He knew that its owner, Mr. either bodily, as wicked old Herod did long ago, Livingstone, was a man of great wealth; that or mentally and morally, as so many mothers and the place was what is termed a model or experinurses now do, who are less wicked than Herod mental farm; that the stock was of the choicest only in the proportion that they are more fool- and rarest breeds; the agricultural operations ish.
all conducted upon scientific principles, and the whole machinery of the farm carried forward trace of decay has marred the Eden-glory of upon a system of liberality almost lavish, which creation; nothing speaks to us of death and sought for its results in useful experience for the ruin; no leaf has withered, no flower has faded; farming interest in general, rather than in pecu- and earth is before us, radiant, and flushing in niary remuneration to the owner. He had heard the young bloom and freshness of her beauty, as casually of so many acres of tillage, so many when the first six days were ended, and the acres of mowing-land; so many miles of drain- beneficent Creator surveyed His completed work age, so many rods of stone-wall, so many rods and pronounced it “Good !" of live hedging; he had heard of model barns, This is summer-glorious, magnificent sumand cow-stables, and cattle-sheds; of sleek Al- mer! But next week - ay, even to-morrow derneys, and fat Durhams; of “Chinese pigs," there will be a change. There will still be and “hairless pigs,” and “Mackey breeds;" buds and blossoms, but mingling with them will until he fully realized that the estate was the be the withering flowers of yesterday. There is favorite hobby of the wealthy proprietor; but beauty still, but the heart recognizes a percepnot until he reached it did he realize that it was tible though scarcely a describable change. The the proprietor's residence. He had fancied it a Eden freshness has passed; the full glory has farm per se, but he found to his surprise that the waned; the early gloss has dropped from the farm was but a dependency-a tributary to the leaf, the early dew from the flower; and we are country-seat which Mr. Livingstone made his learning to look back upon the summer, for home, and that the same lavish hand which coldness and decay are rising like chilly mists had made the farm celebrated had not spared in the advancing future, and to look forward is taste and ornament to make the pleasure-grounds no longer an enjoyment. beautiful. He had expected a well-kept farm- It was at this very period-at the acme of the he found an ornamented paradise, where the brief but profuse and undimmed luxuriance of naturally picturesque features of the landscape summer-that our young tourist entered the had been heightened by art, and skill, and labor beautiful grounds of Mr. Livingstone; and who to a perfection rarely seen in our new country, can wonder if, in such a scene and on such a where landscape gardening has only of late years day, he determined to reverse the old adage of been recognized as among the fine arts. "Business first, then pleasure," and to give up
We have said it was in the perfection of sum- the first part of the day to the enjoyment of the mer; but I fancy few of our readers, probably beauty around him, and when satisfied with the none who have not from choice made the coun- beautiful, turn with new zest to the useful? try their permanent home, and watched closely He had roamed for hours, unwearied, through and lovingly, year after year, the beautiful and the green woods, fresh in their unbroken vermysterious changes of Nature, fully realize how dure; had admired the architectural beauty of brief a period that season actually is.
the buildings from a dozen different points of People talk of their engagements and ar- view, and made sketches of them from two or rangements for the summer; of spending a sum- three, and still he lingered; and struck with mer in the country, a summer at the sea-side, the beauty of a bridge arching the tiny river or a summer in traveling; as if it was a period which nature and art had combined to lead of weeks and months. And by the calendar it through some of the loveliest portions of the is so. We know there certainly are three sum- grounds, he seated himself on the steep bank mer months. We are accustomed to call all the above it, and endeavored to transfer some of its warm weather, from May-day until October, beauties to his sketch-book. “summer," in common parlance. But this is He made two or three attempts, and was not not what we mean now: we mean the heart of satisfied; something failed him; something in summer; its paradise glory; its zenith of per- the perspective baffled his skill; and he was fection; and that is but a term of days—a brief, about to change his point of sight, by going bright week at the uttermost-a turning point higher up the stream, when his ear was startled between growth and decay.
by a burst of low, sweet, joyous laughter, which, Will any accurate and candid observer of clear and soft as a chime of silvery bells, seemed Nature watch curiously, and minute carefully, to come ringing up almost from beneath his feet. the exact length of the period from the time Startled by the sound, for he had supposed himwhen expectation and preparation are all ful- self alone, Mr. Courtney listened breathlessly for filled, till the work of demolition begins, and a moment; but all was still--all but the sleepy tell us just how many days and hours it actual- rustling of the tall trees behind him, and the ly was?
murmuring ripple of the blue water lapping softLast week was beautiful with bud and blos- ly through the arches of the ivy-hung bridge. som, hope, promise, and expectation. It was And then again came that wild, joyful cry, so beautiful, but the heart was not satisfied, for low and sweet, so bird-like, and yet so brimthere was more to come; and as we stood amidst mingly full of childish mirth and innocence that the fresh beauty of the new creation we were the unseen listener could not resist the infection still looking forward, still reaching out our hands of its fairy melody, but laughed out in ready after the fulfillment and the perfection. This sympathy with the glad heart that gave it utterweek it is realized; the promise is fulfilled; the ance. buds have expanded into perfect bloom; no Hastily abandoning his drawing, he passed from the trees beneath which he had been sit- a dark, repulsive-looking woman, evidently a ting, and, advancing to the edge of the steep French waiting-maid or nursery-governess, isbank, looked down upon the scene below. Here sued from the opposite side, and inquired of Mr. the quiet stream made a bend, and swept round Courtney, with eager volubility and very impera mimic promontory, where the cool green moss fect Eng?ish, if he had seen any thing of her crept down to the very brink of the blue dim- little charge, informing him, with coarse garpling waters. A young, graceful willow-tree rulity, that she was “one bad child, vexatious, drooped its long, floating branches upon the bo- abominable!" som of the stream; and close beside it grew a But even before Mr. Courtney had time to magnificent white rose-bush, its summer burden answer her inquiries the little truant was beof pure waxen flowers reflected in the clear waves trayed, like another Cinderella, by the fairy which laved its roots.
slipper she had left behind her on the turf; and, Beneath the willow-tree, with her long, gold- hastily catching it up, the Frenchwoman, with en curls floating on the breeze which swayed its a dozen shrugs and exclamations, hurried off by branches, stood the object of his search-a fair the path the child had taken. child, a girl of apparently not more than eight Impelled by an irresistible curiosity to learn or ten summers old, standing with one tiny bare something more of this fairy being, he too walkwhite foot half buried in the green velvety moss, ed slowly on in the same direction, and followed the other resting on the sparkling pebbles in the them up the broad gravel walk which led to the stream, and gleaming like marble through the back or garden entrance of the house. pure limpid water. She had gathered up to her The little girl, with her hand close prisoned bosom the loose folds of her simple white mus- in that of her stern conductress, was at some lin robe till the fair dimpled limb was bare to little distance before him; but he could see that the knee, and clinging with one little white arm her whole manner had undergone a change, and round the smooth trunk of the willow, with the that a timid, shrinking air had replaced the other hand she shook the flowering shrub at her sweet joyousness which had at first so attracted side, and as the overblown roses fell, scattering him. To the woman's angry expostulations she their pearly leaves upon the water, the little returned only a look of stupid, sullen indifferfairy would clap her dimpled hands in childish ence, and was led, or rather dragged away, in delight, and send forth the sweet musical laugh- evident reluctance, although without any show ter which had just broken upon the artist's soli- of opposition. tude.
As they disappeared up the wide steps of the Aware of the actual danger of the child's po- piazza Mr. Courtney, accosting a pleasant-looksition, yet dreading to break in upon her evident ing Irishman, whom he had observed to touch and intense enjoyment too hastily, Mr. Court- his hat to the child, as she passed him, with an ney descended the bank cautiously, and reached air of grave respect, to which her youth seemed the river-side just as she had swept up an arm- scarcely to entitle her, he inquired if that was ful of the scattered roses from the surface of the one of Mr. Livingstone's children. stream, and, heedless as a second Undine of the “Yes, Sir,” replied the man, with ready civil. dripping water, clasped the moistened treasure ity; "little miss is his daughter and his only to her bosom.
child: poor little thing!” he added, tenderly; She heard the coming step and started; raised and then, meeting Mr. Courtney's look of surher dewy, violet cyes to his; and then, shyly prised inquiry, he said, as if in explanation or veiling them bencath their long, dark lashes, apology, “I am thinking, yer Honor, that Frenchstood for a moment with a timid, hesitating air woman is too hard on her entirely: poor little -a sort of hovering attitude, as if irresolute miss!" whether to linger or fly, while blush after blush This remark, after the scene which Mr. Court spread over her fair rounded cheek and sunny ney had himself just witnessed, seemed perfectly brow, like the glowing tints of a summer's sun- natural, and if it did not serve to gratify his cu
riosity, certainly failed to stimulate it; and, reMr. Courtney loved children, and his ready curring to the object of his visit, he inquired if sympathy and quick tact had laid open to him there was any one there to whom he could apthe avenue to many a little childish heart; but ply to show him the cattle, and give him inhe exerted himself in vain upon the fair little formation respecting the farming operations. créature before him-question and remark were “Oh yes, Sir," was the ready answer; "it alike unheeded and unanswered. Silently she is Mr. Stephenson you want; Mr. Stephenson is stood, shy, blushing, and beautiful; and then the foreman of the farm; he is the headman gradually the waxen arms unclasped beneath here, and can tell you all about the stock and their flowery burden, till suddenly, dropping the crops. You can just go up to the farmthe crushed and moistened roses at his feet, she house, if you please, and ask for Mr. Stephendarted round the willow and disappeared, while son ; and if he's not in the house itself, they another peel of glad, sweet laughter rung out can tell you where he'll be found. I would like music over the still water.
show yer the way to the barns mesilf, but I'm Almost at the same moment that the child but the gardener here, and I don't know the had fled a harsh loud voice, with a strong for first thing about the cattle; but Mr. Stephenson eign accent, called aloud for “ Mam'zell,” and he knows all about them; he has it all down in
black and white, by book and rule, jest as if ev. be glad to do so, for the sun, as you say, is high, ery creture born was a Christian child-names, and the day is becoming warm; I have been and age, and all ! This path leads to the farm- walking all the morning, and shall enjoy a lithouse, Sir; keep to the right. Good-morning, tle rest and shelter, so I will gladly come in if I Sir."
shall not intrude upon you." Following the path thus indicated Mr. Court- “Oh! Lord, no! not a bit, not a bit !” said ney reached the farm-house, which, surrounded the sailor, heartily, and hitching up his pantaby the various farm-buildings, was located in a loons as he spoke; “nobody in here but my pleasant but retired part of the grounds. darter, you see,” he said, flinging open the door
As he approached the house he heard, through of the room. “My darter, Miss Stephenson ; the open windows of a room on the first floor, a she's Cap'en's mate, you understand.” Mr. ringing female voice, rich, clear, and strong, Courtney bowed to the lady of the house thus singing some popnlar air. He was struck with introduced. the breezy freshness of the voice, which seemed “Get the gentleman a chair, father, won't to pour out note after note in full volume of you ?" said Mrs. Stephenson, looking up from sound, and with a careless, easy grace, that ap- her work, but not rising, while she returned his peared to cost the singer no more effort than the salutation. song of the bobolink costs that merry-hearted “Ay, ay, darter! No ceremony, Sir! Drop and much-loved bird. “Good strong lungs!” anchor at once," pushing a chair toward him, soliloquized the gentleman; “no pneumonia, “and unload without delay;" and taking the no consumption there."
stranger's hat, cane, and note-book, he placed As he reached the house the song broke of them on a chair near him, and then rolling off, abruptly, but the same rich voice called out, he returned to his own seat at the window, ele“Fa-ther! father! don't you hear? There is vated his feet to a convenient height upon the some one at the door. Can't you see who it is? window-sill, and resumed his paper. My lap is full. You go, please; will you ?” There was a short silence, and Mr. Courtney
“Ay, ay,” responded a cheerful manly voice. sat quietly contemplating the female figure be
Ship ahoy! I'll hail 'um. You need not get fore him. In person she was full, but not coarscup; you sit still.” And, advancing at once, ly so. She was not young, she must have been the speaker opened the door and stood face to five-and-thirty or forty at the least. And she face with Mr. Courtney.
was not handsome: with the exception of a There is no mistaking a sailor any where. clear complexion, and white, even teeth, she Father Neptune puts a more definite and legible had no regular beauty at all; but there was inscription upon his children than Alma Mater such a look of health, and strength, and free, sets upon hers; and the rolling gait, the merry vigorous powers of mind and body about her eye, and an indescribable air of the sea, would that it was refreshing to look at her, in these have betrayed the “old salt,” even without the degenerate days, when healthy, active, vigorous touch of nautical phraseology with which he al-womanhood is rarely met with among any class ways saw fit to garnish his most common ob- of American females. servations.
She was sitting in a low rocking-chair near “Good-morning, Sir! Is Mr. Stephenson in the open window, a large piece of work in her the house?” asked the new-comer.
capacious lap. And it was a pleasant picture to “No, Sir,” said the man of the sea; “Cap- contemplate her sitting there in the full summer 'en's gone ashore, I guess."
noontide, swinging herself back and forth in her “Not at home, then? I am very sorry. low chair with a slow, measured, ground-swell When will he probably be at home?"
sort of motion-pleasant to contemplate the full, “Stop, skipper; hold on a bit. I didn't say matronly, well-developed shoulders and bust he warn't to home: I said he warn't aboard, and that seemed to speak of unimpeded vital action; no he ain't. He's gone ashore; out among the the firm, erect figure that looked as if it defied land-sharks in the fields somewheres; but he backache and weariness; the well-poised head, ain't left port. He'll be cruising round this way carried easily and almost jauntily, as if headache before the wind shifts."
and nervousness had never bowed it to a weary “Father," called out the voice of the unseen pillow. singer from the room within, "hadn't you bet- It was pleasant to watch her, as she sat all ter ask the gentleman to walk in? I expect unconscious of observation, and mark the sense Christopher in very soon."
of healthful power and energy in her every mo“Ay, ay, Susie!" said the old man, who, with tion. There was conscious power even in her his hand still on the door-handle, stood turning brisk way of reaching out for her thread or -ilk, his merry, keen eyes from the speaker within to snapping off a needleful with prompt decision, the speaker without, with the droll gravity and and replacing the spool upon the window-ledge reverent attention of a sagacious parrot learning with an audible clap, which implied, as plainly a new lesson. “You hear, Sir, what my daugh- as words could have done, “Stay there until I ter in there says: hadn't you better step aboard, want you again!” It was pleasant to see her and rest in the cabin till he comes in ? The lift up her large, firm, white hands, and thread sun's getting high.”
her needle with quick dexterity, drawing the " Thank you," said Mr. Courtney, “I shall I threaded needleful twice or thrice through the