Where indeed can the modest and earnest virtue
of a woman tell a stronger story of its worth than
upon the dawning habit of a child?
Donald G. Mitchell
JUNE TENTH
The expectant wee-things, toddlin' stacher through
To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin' noise an' glee,
His wee-bit Ingle blinkin' bonnily,
His clean hearth-stone, his thrifty wifie's smile,
The lispin' infant prattling on his knee,
Does a' his weary carking cares beguile,
An' makes him quite forget his labor and his toil.
Robert Burns
JUNE ELEVENTH
To feel sudden, at a wink,
Some dear child we used to scold,
Praise, love both ways, kiss and tease,
Teach and tumble as our own,
All its curls about our knees,
Rise up suddenly full-grown.
Mrs. Browning
JUNE TWELFTH
I thought a child was given to sanctify a woman.
Mrs. Browning
JUNE THIRTEENTH
Under the roof-tree of his home the boy feels safe;
and where, in the whole realm of life, with its bitter
toils and bitter temptations, will he feel safe again?
Donald G. Mitchell
JUNE FOURTEENTH