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A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure.


A babe is a mother's anchor.


Did you ever see our baby ?-Little Tot,

With her eyes so sparkling bright,

And her skin so lily white,
Lips and cheeks of rosy light. Tell you what,
She is just the sweetest baby in the lot.

Mrs. Gage.

It was a peculiarity of this baby to be always cutting Iceth,


Banish the tears of children; continual rains upon the blossoms are hurtful.

Jean Paul.

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?


Then said the mother to her son,

And pointed to his shield :
“ Come with it when the battle's done,
Or on it from the field.”

R. Montgomery.

The whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.


Those that do teach young babes,
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.


What gift has Providence bestowed on a man that is so dear to him as his children?


The child is father to the man.


The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.


In the man whose childhood has known caresses, there is always a fibre of memory which can be touched to gentle issues.

The boy carried in his face the open-sesame to every door and heart.

I hold it a religious duty
To love and worship children's beauty.
They've least the taint of earthly clod,
They're freshest from the hand of God.


Children are uncertain comforts: when little, they make parents fools; when great, mad.

Children blessings seem, but torments are;
When young our folly, and when old our fear.


Heaven lies about us in our infancy.


Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,

pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast.


Slow pass our days in childhood;
Every day seems a century.


I would not waste my spring of youth
In idle dalliance: I would plant rich seeds,
To blossom in my manhood, and bear fruit when I am


It is not the young who degenerate; they are not spoilt till those of maturer age are already sunk into corruption.


Be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to the measure

of capacity. Precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration winneth him.


Oh grief beyond all other griefs, when fate
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate
In the wide world, without that only tie
For which it loved to live or feared to die !
Lone as the hung-up lute, which ne'er hath spoken
Since the sad day its master-chord was broken.


Secrets with girls, like guns with boys,
Are never valued till they make a noise.



'Tis the work
Of many a dark hour, many a prayer,
To bring the heart back from an infant gone.


When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty,

I've invited pretty boys,

Rosy-cheeked young misses-
Simple things, that scarcely know

What cunning things are kisses.


It is lese pain to learn in youth than to be ignorant in age.


The fate of the child is always the work of his mother.

Napoleon. The passions are not stronger in youth, but our control hver them is weaker. They are more easily excited, more violent and apparent, but have less energy, less durability, less intense and concentrated power, than in maturer life. In youth passion succeeds to passion, and one breaks upon the other like waves on a rock, till the heart frets itself to repose.


The young and pure reject satire, and they do well to reject it, for satire is the disease of art.


Satiety of the past is our best safeguard, and the perils of youth are over when it has acquired that dullness and apathy of affection, which should belong only to the insensibility of age.



In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there's no such word as fail.

Home-keeping youths have ever homely wits.

There are gains for all our losses,

There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.

Stoddara. People generally are what they are made by education and company between the ages of fifteen and twenty. five.


Reckless youth makes rueful age.

How changingly for ever veers
The heart of youth, 'twixt smiles and tears !
Ev'n as in April the light vane
Now points to sunshine, now to rain.

Moore. In general, a man in his younger years does not easily cast off a certain complacent self-conceit, which prin. • cipally shows itself in despising what he has himself been a little time before.


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