Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 March 1893 — CHILDREN’S COLUMN. [ARTICLE]

CHILDREN’S COLUMN.

A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE: BOYS AND GIRLS. Something that Will Interest the Juvenile Members of Every Household Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings at Cute Children. The Grammutlc Parade. Here is a tale of a queer parade. And a fine commotion Us coming made. The gins and boys all opene l their eyas, in ulter amazement and surprise, tor the Parts of speech in grand array Mere out for a glorious holiday. First marched the Nouns of everv kini. Not even the commonest left behind; Proper, collective, ail were there. In the great lenlvlty tj share. Then came the Verbs In their solid strength. Mawlng a line of marvelous length; Ana noble they were to see. Led by the hurdy veteran To Be. The regulars line won every eye, As gallantly they wont marching by; The naughty irregulars, sad t) say. Behaved In their usual lawless way; But the ranks held many a stunch old! duffer, Who knew both how to do and to suffer. Every one felt, as he viewed the host. That Vejbs bad iruly a right 10 boast. The Pronouns followed, and not a few. For, of course, they brought their relatives, too. Now, magnificent* proud, and grand. The Adjectives carin', a countless band; They were lovely und beautiful to behold. They were flue, impressive, courageous, und bold; A brilliant, glittering, shimmering muss, ’Twas a dazdlng sight to see them pass. Just here. I think. Adverbs came in; The / made, I assure you. a terrible diu, Quarrelling, in a disgraceful manner. About who should march with the Adverbbanner. Now catae the Conjunctions, a plodding set. But helpful In whatever company mol. Notseeaing tuelr own, but others befriending. For union their influence constantly tending. But what shall be said of the neat Pieposition. Small, but so handy in composition? They marched in time and kept the pace. Though each one carried an objective case. The bold lnterjectlonsbrougbt up the lean Arousing the echoes with cheer after,, cheer; Hurrah! Hip hurrah! What a noise they. did make— Enough, you might say, the dead to awake! The Nouns and Verbs were mortified qui e,By such behavior and thought it not righti Indeed. I heard one proper old Noun. Who is known and respected all over town, Say, “I’m thaukful those fellows whp make such a fuss Bear no relation to any of tis.» The paraclo being over, back to school Went the Paris of Speech andsubmitiel ferule. Ak overy good boy and girl should do. Who likes to bo counted honest and true. —Helen A. Walker, in Golden Days.

A Day with a King. The little King of Spain is said tc be the most powerful ruler in the world. The sight of him in his little cradle has made the Spaniards cease their cruel quarrels with one another, and Spain has not been so peaceful and prosperous for many years. Would J’oiT riot like to peep at thisroyal, little jnah in his home—to know just how he*spends the day? His home is in Madrid, the capitalof Spain. The little fellow, only 3 years old, has the second story of the royal palace all to himself and his attendants. His own rooms are directly over the. Queen’s. The Queen loves her little boy dearly.. She has had a small winding staircase built from her own bedroom up into his chamber. The least sound, a cough, a sigh, in the silence awakens her. A dozen times in the night, sometimes, she goes to stand upon .the little stairs, and listen to see that all is right. The little King’s bedroom is bright anu pretty. The carpet is red. His. bedstead is of bronze; its curtains and spreads are blue. A pretty fairy lamp burns at night on the table. When he was ill, not long ago, the Queen slept on a sofa by his side seven nights without undressing. His little majesty rises at seven. lifs nurse and his governess come then to dress him. The first thing he does is to kneel on his little bed and repeat word by word after his governess, the Countess of Peralta, his morning prayer, for his dead papa’s memory, for his mother’s health, and for the happiness and peace of hi? kingdom. Then comes his bath—splash! In cold water, with a quick rubbing. , Now a train of stately servitors comein. very solemnly, to bring his chocolate on a silver tray engraved with the arms of the Spanish crown. At nine the Queen comes up hei staircase to embrace her little boy. She takes him on her lap, laughs with him, sings little songs with him, talks with him as mothers do, and. both forget the kingdom of Spain. At ten comes the great event of the little King’s day—the changing of the guard before the palace. The guard parade of soldiers is a gorgeous sight. Everybody comes to look on. and to hear the gay military music. There is the infantry, the cavalry, the artillery. The marching is superb. This little boy stands at the window and claps his hands to see the soldiers keep step and the sunshine flash on the sabres. There he is every day at that time, with liis nurse and governess, applauding, singing and shouting like a little madman.—Little Men and Women.

Combing Dolly's Hair. Mabel's mother went into the nursery one day, and overheard her litt.e girl saying: “Now, Dolly, ’ou mus'n’t be cwoss, or twy to get away or cwy. If ’ou don’t let me fix ’ou up, folks won’t say ’ou is nice and kiss ’ou. Be still, now.” “Why, child! What are you doing?” her mother asked, when she came up close to Mabel, and noticed she waspulling out the doll’s hair in handfuls. “Combin’ Dolly’s hair.” the littletot replied.—Puck. What Flossie Thought. Flossie was enjoying herself out ia the cool gre'en grass with two or three of her playmates when her mother called her. “Come in, Flossie,” she said, “the grass is too damp for you to be playing in it” “’Tisn't wet, mamma,”" pouted Flossie. “It’s justas dry as it can be.” “No, it isn’t. I know better than you do what is best. Come on in the house.” And the mother led the way. Flossie rose slowly. “Well, I guess I must,” she said toothers. “Mamma thinks I don’t know anything about anything I know about, and there's no good in telling her anything about anything.” And Flossie followed.