temper and provocative of smiles, win us from the staid maxims of life to that primeval state when the impulses gush out in rude defiance of any established principle to guide them. And the vexatious cares that have burdened many a mother whose strength was not equal to the task, are suddenly transformed into coveted enjoyments that would bring joy and health to her again, when the little form is hidden from her eyes forever.
The crib, the "half-worn shoe," broken toys, and anon some lost trinket, accidently discovered where it has been secreted by roguish hands, speak volumes that pen could never express, and form more sacred relics than were ever gathered by pilgrim bauds.
Lilly was an active, playful child, but so still that she never disturbed any one. A frequent visitor at her father's studio, those little baby fingers amused themselves with drawing birds, kittens and flowers, when her lips could only lisp their names. Having a great passion for flowers her father appropriated a little spot of ground solely to her use where she was permitted to go at any time to pick them, and taught to understand that they were at her own disposal as her private property, which afforded unbounded delight. Nearly every visitor at the house was presented with a flower, sometimes with a boquet. An aged man, who had apparently seen fourscore years, one day made his appearance at the gate when she was busily engaged with her watering pot. Her father pointed him out to her and, dropping the pot, she hastily gathered a pansy and a daisy to present to him. The old man was deeply moved by the
