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Children—I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.

Dickens.

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Love of children is always the indication of a genial nature, a pure and unselfish heart.

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MY CHILDREN.

What use to me the gold and silver hoard?
What use to me the gems most rich and rare?
Brighter by far—aye! bright beyond compare—
The joys my children to my heart afford!

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Children need models rather than critics.