OCTOBER TWENTY-FOURTH
When e'er you are happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the children is sure to be by.
Robert Louis Stevenson
OCTOBER TWENTY-FIFTH
So brief and unsure, but sweeter
Than ever a noon-dawn smiled,
Moves, measured of no tune's meter,
The song in the soul of a child.
Swinburne
OCTOBER TWENTY-SIXTH
Childhood and its terrors rather than its raptures,
take wings and radiance in dreams and sport like
fireflies in the little night of the soul. Do not crush
these flickering sparks!
Richter
OCTOBER TWENTY-SEVENTH
A child should always say what's true
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at table:
At least as far as he is able.
Robert Louis Stevenson
OCTOBER TWENTY-EIGHTH
Bishop Thorold says that whenever a parent
begins to feel virtuous in sacrificing his sleep for his
child, he ceases to love his child. All I can say is
that the Bishop must have kept a night-nurse.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"