Mosaics of Human Life (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ... an unchanging prayer, That Heaven would my bairnies bless, My hope, my joy, my care. I've gear enough, I've gear enough, I've bonnie bairnies three; Their welfare is a mine of wealth, Their love a crown to me. William Ferguson. THE CHILDREN. A H what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood--That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. H. W. Longfellow. The fate of the child is always the work of his mother. Napoleon, ANTIPODES. XWA stood looking at Topsy. There stood the two children, representatives of the two extremes of society. The fair, high-bred child, with her golden head, her deep eyes, her spiritual, noble brow, and prince-like movements; and her black, keen, subtle, cringing, yet acute neighbor. They stood the representatives of their races. The Saxon, born of ages of cultivation, command, education, physical and moral eminence; the Afric, born of ages of oppression, submission, ignorance, toil, and vice H. B. Stowe. THE DEAD BOY. TTE crossed the sill; she pointed to the bed; There lay her boy, his innocent curly head, Nestled upon the pillow, and his face Lit with the solemn and unearthly grace That crowns but once the children of our race; God gives it when he takes them--he was dead A broken toy, a bunch of withered flowers, In his thin hands were clasped, his breast above, The last frail ties that to this world of ours Had linked the sufferer--save a mother's love. William Allen Butler. THE PRATTLE OE CHILDREN. "VTO man knows, but he that loves his c...