Parents may thereby insure eight hours' sleep at the time, but at the risk of greater trouble in the future with sick and dying children.

Tom Moore tells us "the heart from love to one, grows bountiful to all." I know the care of one child made me thoughtful of all.

I never hear a child cry, now, that I do not feel that I am bound to find out the reason.
In my extensive travels on lecturing tours, in after years, I had many varied experiences with babies.

One day, in the cars, a child was crying near me, while the parents were alternately shaking and slapping it.
First one would take it with an emphatic jerk, and then the other.

At last I heard the father say in a spiteful tone, "If you don't stop I'll throw you out of the window." One naturally hesitates about interfering between parents and children, so I generally restrain myself as long as I can endure the torture of witnessing such outrages, but at length I turned and said: "Let me take your child and see if I can find out what ails it." "Nothing ails it," said the father, "but bad temper." The child readily came to me.