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Show CHILDREN. In recalling the many days of happiness happi-ness which I have enjoyed, my memory rests with the greatest pleasure on the hours which I have spent amongst children. chil-dren. Amongst men and women we constantly meet with much that overcasts over-casts the. original excellence of our nav ture with lambition, selfishness, pride, vanity; with the jarring of contending interests and opinions; with the false assumption of knowledge, the doubt-ings doubt-ings of affectation, the tediousness of egotism, or the repinings of disappointment. disappoint-ment. All these are perpetually elbowing elbow-ing us in our intercourse with men, but with children we see nature in its real colors, and happiness unsullied as yet by any acquaintance with the world. Their little life is like the fountain, which springs pure and sparkling into the light, and reflects for a while the sunshine and loveliness of heaven on its bosom. Their absence of affectation, affecta-tion, their ignorance of the arts of the world, their free expression of opinion, their ingenious confidence, their un-dissembled un-dissembled love of goodness and ignorance ignor-ance of vice, the beautiful aptitude with which their minds instantly embrace em-brace the doctrine of an overruling Providence, and the explicit simplicity and confidence of their little addresses to their Father who is in heaven; that BROWN PLAID TWEED WITH TAN CLOTH COAT FOR BICYCLING. unforced cheerfulness, that sunshine of the breast, which is only clouded by the tear forgotten as soon as shed; all this is to be found in the character of children, and of children only. |