It is strange that people reflect not more on how deeply storms, injuries, vile or mean things sink into a childs memory. If this be thought of, it is plain there is more loveliness when no forgiveness is needful than when it is granted, nor shall you be able to heal by any entreaty or by any means such a lesson of spirit as you may make in an instant in a young creature. I have heard of a little girl who, taking the dead hand of her brother, said:" This little hand never struck me." Surely, a memory richer and fairer than if she could recall a thousand repentances for blows! When this is not only negative but positive, so that one can say: "These eyes always beamed and showed a peace; these hands always labored for me; these feet were ready with service; and these ears had a merciful sense, full of attention which is sympathy"—this is a noon of memory, to which recollections of repentance are but dim twilight, half dark.—Cor. Globe-Democrat.
Nobody appreciates a little attention so much as a child, and with no one will a little go so far. Children have claims upon us all the more sacred if they are friendlesss and neglected. They have rights which older people are bound to respect.
