What is of finer soul, of finer stuff in things, and demands delicate touching--to him the delicacy of the little child represents that: it initiates him into that.

There, surely, is a touch of the secular gold, of a perpetual age of gold.

But then again, think for a moment, with what a hard humour at the nature of things, his struggle for bare life will go on, if the child should happen to die.
I observed to-day, under one of the archways of the baths, two children at play, a little seriously--a fair girl and her crippled younger brother.

Two toy chairs and a little table, and sprigs of fir set upright in the sand for a garden! They played at housekeeping.

Well! the girl thinks her life a perfectly good thing in the service of this crippled brother.