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No. 18. Yet more. A little girl having been brought up on the song ”I want to be an angel!” had evidently been pondering the manners, habits, occupations and usages of that fraternity, until at length she came out decidedly with, ”No mamma--I don't want to be an angel!”
”Not want to be an angel! Why, Susie!” exclaimed the mother, greatly shocked at the child's hopeless condition; ”and why not, pray?”
”'Cause, mamma, I don't want to lose all my pretty close, an' wear fedders, like a hen!”
There's truthfulness for you--worth its weight in gold--a string of ”Orient pearls at random strung.”
No. 19. Another little fairy, having been carefully trained to a proper estimate of the becoming in attire, was taken into a room to see her dead grandmother in her coffin. She looked very grave at first, and then sorrowful, and after a minute or two said, in a low, sweet, trembling voice, with her little hand stealing slowly into her mother's hand, ”Has grandmamma gone to heaven in that ugly cap, mamma?”
No. 20. Little mischiefs, at the best, I have said--are they not? Just read the following, and say no, if you dare! A youngster in Peoria, Illinois, while ransacking his sister's portfolio, came across a package of love-letters carefully tied up with a blue ribbon, and stowed snugly away; being her correspondence with a charming fellow, not, perhaps, to the liking of papa and mamma. These he took to the corner of a crowded thoroughfare, and, as he had seen the postman do, distributed them to the pa.s.sers-by. His poor sister heard of the achievement after they were in general circulation; and then!--ask our friend Carlyle, after shooting Niagara; or Wendell Phillips--after Grant. See No. 53.
No. 21. I have just met with this: ”A little lady of thirty months only, insists on calling a cane with a crooked handle, 'An umbrella without any clothes on.'” There's a philologist for you! And one, too, capable of giving a reason for what she says.
No. 22. A little boy in Scotland was asked by his Sabbath-school teacher what was meant by _regeneration_. ”Being born again,” he replied. ”And would you not like to be born again, my little man?” said the teacher.
”_No!_” answered the boy, with decided emphasis, greatly to the surprise of the good dominie. ”And why not?” continued the latter. ”For fear I might be born a la.s.sie,” said the boy. Was there ever a better reason, with the poor boy's understanding of the great mystery? So much for dabbling with metaphysics before the unprepared.
No. 23. And sometimes they have to do with politics and other worldly matters,--the social evil, perhaps, or woman's-rights, or universal suffrage. And why not? being what they are, miniature men and women, with the rights of both.
”Be you a Democrat or a Republican?” said one of these President-makers in embryo, to another little fellow in a frilled ap.r.o.n. ”No, I'm not either,” was the indignant reply; ”I belong to the Congregational Church.” Of course he did; having been baptized into that denomination, when just old enough to be deeply impressed with the ceremony.
No. 24. A little girl of six years at the most, after her nurse had enlarged upon the character and attributes of the Old Evil One, till her blood ran cold, broke out with, ”Auntie, if the devil is so wicked, why don't G.o.d kill him?” A question, by the way, which has ”puzzled philosophers of all sects and ages,” like the ”cosmogony of the world,”
according to Oliver Goldsmith, and his delightful friend, Ephraim Jenkinson.
No. 25. Little Maud, five years old, was sitting on the floor, and trying to st.i.tch like her mother. Suddenly looking up, after a long silence, she said, like one familiar with the gossip of the tea-table and the quilting-frame, ”Mamma, I was thinking G.o.d must be getting quite along in years!” Of course, the poor little thing had never been so far indoctrinated, as to understand that, with G.o.d, a thousand years are as one day, or a watch in the night, and one day as a thousand years, with no past, and no future, but one everlasting present.
No. 26. Another little woman, being asked by her Sunday-school teacher, ”What did the Israelites do after pa.s.sing through the Red Sea?”
answered, ”I don't know, ma'am, but I guess they dried themselves.” And why not, pray? What would be more likely?
No. 27. And here we have one exceedingly jealous for the Lord. A little boy, who, whenever he went out to play, was plagued and pestered by a little girl somewhat older--who squinted awfully, and was, it must be acknowledged, absolutely frightful--on being asked why he was always so _ugly_ to Susie Bates, since G.o.d made Susie Bates as well as him, exclaimed, ”O, Nurse Thompson, ain't you ashamed to talk in that way about the good Lord?”
Will you tell me that child did not reason? or that, _as_ a child, he was irreverent, because he would not charge G.o.d foolishly, nor hold the Great Workman answerable for such workmans.h.i.+p?
No. 28. And this brings to mind the following incident: Some years ago my own little boy went, with his brother Robert, on a trip to the Islands. After awhile, he was caught making the most horrible faces at another little boy, somewhat older, who sat in the stern of the boat a long way off, but fronting them. Brother Robert interfered, and asked what possessed my little fellow--a good-natured, pleasant boy, as ever lived. ”Why, don't you see? He's making faces at me all the time,” said Pepper-pot. Upon further inquiry, it turned out that the strange boy was epileptic, or troubled with St. Vitus' dance, and all the faces he had been making were involuntary. Of course, it never entered the head of our little one that the faces he saw were G.o.d's work, or he would have lowered his voice to a whisper, as he always did in the Sabbath-school, when he asked about G.o.d.
No. 29. That children are curious, and inquisitive, and rather troublesome at times, we all know. But, if it were otherwise, how would they ever learn their a b _abs_ in this world? In a Western village, a charming little widow had been made love to by a physician. ”The wedding-day appointed was--the wedding-clothes provided.” But among her children was a poor crippled boy, who had been allowed full swing ever since the death of his father. ”Georgie,” said the mother, calling him to her, ”Georgie, I am going to do something pretty soon that I should like to have a little talk with you about.” ”Well, ma, what is it?” ”I am going to marry Dr. Jones in a few days, and I hope----” ”Bully for you, ma! _Does Dr. Jones know it?_” Who that wears a cap would not sympathize with that poor widow?
No. 30. But children are soothsayers and prophets; and they have open visions, it may be, if we would but listen to their low breathing.
”Father,” said a little Swedish girl, one still, starry night, after a long silence, ”father, I have been thinking if the wrong side of heaven is so beautiful, what must the right side be?” Was not this a revelation? and such a revelation, too, that even her father must have been astonished? Was it not as if her whole character had been revealed to him, on her way upward, as by a flash from the empyrean?
No. 31. But we must be patient with all anxious inquirers. In a small Western village, there was a store kept by a nice young woman, who was a teacher in the Sabbath-school, and deeply interested in all that concerned that inst.i.tution.
”Do you go to the Sabbath-school?” said she, one day, to a dirty little chap, who came blundering through the establishment, as if he had taken it for the play-ground.
”Sabbath-school! what's that?” said he.
”Don't you know? Why, a Sabbath-school is where we read in the Bible, and learn all about G.o.d, and our blessed Saviour, and the----”
”O,” said he, ”I've read about G.o.d, and _t'other feller that killed his brother_, in the School Reader. Tain't no use my goin' to school Sunday; I know all about 'em.” Whereupon the young lady teacher ”dried up”--wilted, perhaps--and set her trap for another young reprobate.
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