And a yet more striking coincidence may be
found in Newman's "Apologia": "I thought
life might be a dream, or I an angel, and all
this world a deception, my fellow-angels by a
playful device concealing themselves from me,
and deceiving me with the semblance of a
material world.
found in Newman's "Apologia": "I thought
life might be a dream, or I an angel, and all
this world a deception, my fellow-angels by a
playful device concealing themselves from me,
and deceiving me with the semblance of a
material world.
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Siberia, the great god Pan was a reality. At
night he would say, "Bye-bye, Poo-ah I"--
"Good night, Out-of-doors! " Another went
in mortal dread of a feather from the eider-
down, or a fluff of the wool in which a banana
had been packed, and he would flee with a yell
when it moved towards him on a breath of air.
Boy Beloved had an unspeakable horror of an
indiarubber hot-water bottle, but if he had to
pass near it, he would propitiate it with "Nice
water-bottle! " and, watching it carefully, sidle
out of danger.
In this realm of fancy a child's quaint and
pretty sayings, his flashes of natural poetry,
appear almost inevitable. He is continually
checking off likenesses; he understands through
similitudes. Spectacles could hardly fail to
become "little windows"; a quivering compass-
needle "a bird "; a butterfly a "flying pansy. '1
"Oh, making mud-pies! " cried a little maid
gleefully, when she saw some nursery gardeners
hard at work; and "Want a drink of meolk! "
when a waggoner drew up at the horse-trough.
Boy Beloved had seen his mother's thread
ravel, and when he could not pull open the
cupboard door, stamped his foot and roared,
"In a knot, in a knot! "
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Imitation is one of the ways of checking
likenesses. Sometimes one is apt to punish
for disobedience--and all because one did not
understand that some little man was a horse,
and not a responsible human boy. One morn-
ing from my window I saw Boy Beloved
standing on one leg, with the other doubled up
close to his body and his arms half extended
in a curve. The attitude was a puzzle till I
noticed the fowl in front of him, and then it
was evident that he was "playing at poultry. "
More curious still was his explanation of a
long howl of his, which brought us to see what
had happened. He laughed a droll little laugh
and said, " I thought I was a puff-puff"--and
the whoop was his notion of a steam-whistle.
One of the most interesting things in watch-
ing a child's play is the knowledge one acquires
of the sharpness and detailed accuracy of its
observation. A small" shop-lady " will consult
the (invisible) ticket before she quotes you the
price of her goods, and if by some negligence
it has not been pinned on, she will refer the
matter to the gentleman called "Sign. " If
you ride in an imaginary tram-car with Boy
Beloved as conductor, he will say "Pling! "
the sound of the bell-punch) before he gives
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you an imaginary ticket and takes an imaginary
fare.
And with what ease and dramatic vraisem-
blance the mimics throw themselves into a
situation! Promenading round the garden, in
old days, with her doll, W. V. exclaimed,
"Look, baby; there's pappa! "--then, in a
hurried aside, "Wave your hand, father! "
"Ta-ta! " I said to nurse once, as she took
Boy Beloved downstairs; "write when you get
there! " "Wouldn't it be funny," cried W. V. ,
"if nurse wrote a letter for him:
'Dear Pappa,
Dot dere,
Baby'"
Wonderful are the ways of a girl with her
doll. "I am an anxious-minded doll-mother,"
observed a true make-believer, as on a windy
night she gave up her eider-down to her
favourite and "tucked her in" with tender
solicitude.
The doll is one of the best teachers of a
child, and it is one of the happy chances of
language that the very name "dolly" carries
us back to St. Dorothea (God's gift) and her
beautiful rose-legend. "Dorothy," writes Miss
Yonge, in her "History of Christian Names,"
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"was once one of the most usual of English
names, and 'Dolly' was so constantly heard
in every household that it finally became the
generic term for the wooden children that at
least as late as the infancy of Elizabeth Stuart
were called babies or puppets. " And this God's
gift to girlhood -has many things to teach
mothers if they will but watch and try to
understand what they see.
Professor Sully is of opinion that the perfect
child's faith in dolldom passes away early; in
most cases, it would appear, about the age of
thirteen or fourteen. It is then that the young
people begin to realise the shocking fact that
dolls have no "inner life. " I should have
imagined that the sincerity of simple faith
died out long before the age of fourteen.
Judging from a conversation with W. V. when
she was a serious matron of seven and dolly
lay listening in her arms, the perfect faith
sometimes does not outlast half that age.
"Does your little girl talk? "
"Oh no. "
"How is that? "
"Why, she's only a little baby--three
months. "
"I see. And when will she talk? "
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"I should think when she's five years old;
perhaps when she's four. "
"Are you fond of her? "
She cuddles the doll and smiles radiantly.
"Do you think she is fond of you? Is
she as fond of you as Guy-boy is of his
mother? "
"Guy is a real baby--a live doll," with
a laugh; "this one isn't--I pretend she is.
She will never be able to really talk, you
know. "
"What is the good of pretending? "
"You have to pretend--unless you have
one of those dolls that speak when you pull
a string. "
"But what pleasure have you in pretending? "
"It is nearly as nice to pretend--when you
can't have a real live baby. "
And the art of pretending cuts Gordian
knots with such a deft facility. "These spoons
are too big for the toy tea-set," says Olive.
"Oh, let's pretend they are little," rejoins
Giggi--and that mountain is cast into the sea;
to have made it a mountain at all was "perferly
'idickerlus! " But if you think that a make-
believer cannot be strictly accurate and un-
compromising when he likes, you are mistaken.
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Giggi's mamma was telling sympathetically
how he had slipped, and " sat down suddenly,"
and hurt his back. "That isn't my back,
v mamma," interposed Giggi; "that's where my
legs live! " And if you suppose that an
anxious-minded doll-mother is not keenly alive
to the difference between the credible and the
incredible, you will find that your figures come
out wrong. "Of course Bunyan says, 'And
I dreamed a dream '; but it would take three
or four dreams to make a whole book. He
must have made up some of it, father, when he
was awake! "
Yet it is in this same region of make-believe,
I suppose, that we must place that bewildering
habit of so many children, of playing with
imaginary companions. An instance is given
in the Sayings which follow, but, from a con-
siderable number of letters which I have
received on the subject, I am forced to believe
that it is an experience by no means uncommon
in child life. But this is a topic which I must
treat as the Highland divine treated "a great
speeritooal diffeeculty "--look it boldly in the
face and pass on.
When does the first flash of self-conscious-
ness occur in a child's experience--the first
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clear realisation that he is he, something quite
distinct from the rest of creation?
As might be expected, it is not easy to
collect information on this obscure but singularly
interesting subject. So far I have only come
across two instances. In his Letters James
Smetham writes: "My first awakening to
consciousness, as far as I can remember, was
in a valley in Yorkshire, outside the garden-
gate of my father's house, when at the age of
two. I have a distinct remembrance of the
ecstasy with which I regarded the distant blue-
ness of the hills, and saw the laurels shake in
the wind and felt it lift my hair. " Mary Howitt,
in her Autobiography, makes a similar state-
ment, but unfortunately she leaves the reader
to conjecture her age as between three and
four years: "Then I recollect a curious little
epoch in my life, as we were returning one
evening from a forest ramble with my father.
It was the first evidence to my mind that I
could think. I remember very well the new
light, the gladness, the wealth of which I
seemed suddenly possessed. It has curiously
connected itself in my mind with passing a
pinfold. That particular spot seemed like the
line between rational and irrational existence;
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and so childish was I in intellectual life, that
it seemed to me as if before I passed the
pinfold I could only say and think ' Bungam '--
such was the expression in my mind--but that
after passing it I had the full use of all
intelligible speech. "
Very few persons seem to recollect that
first flash of revelation, and indeed the habit
of humanising everything he sees is so in-
veterate in a child that it is easy to conceive
that, in spite of the revelation, the original
vague dream-life with its magical illusions may
continue for years. There is more than make-
believe in what I may call the anthropo-
morphism of childhood; there is an unreasoning
but very positive belief that everything is
alive, and in precisely the same way as the
observer. One day Boy Beloved knocked his
head against the bannister. After crying and
receiving the usual remedial kissing, he went
and laid his head against the bannister, so
that it too might "kiss the place better. "
Naturally enough, for when any of us had
hurt him, had not we kissed the spot? And
surely this was an improvement on the ancient
tradition of retaliation--the mistaken beating of
the bannister.
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So, too, one morning, sitting up in bed with
his bricks and toys, he called to the gas:
"Ower here, gas! Come, build for Guy; play
cricket for Guy, gas! " It was not till his
mother had made the gas say No in a far-
away tone that he reconciled himself to a
solitary game. On another occasion, after
"picnicking" quietly for a long while in the
shadowy woods under the dining-room table
with his horse and engine, he brought out the
latter with the request, " Kiss this old train,
pappa," for he is the most affectionate of little
mortals, and will in the most unaccountable
way climb a couple of flights of stairs to
"kiss your nice hand," or even your sleeve or
dress. If the humour takes him to play at
buying something in the woods, he will
convert an oak or a birch into a shopkeeper,
and you can see his lips moving as he describes
what he wants and makes his purchase.
One of the most interesting incidents, how-
ever, occurred when his wooden engine fell
down. He picked it up, kissed it, and said
cheerily, "All better now; don't cry, puff-
puff! Be a brick! "--and added in a low
voice to himself, "He's going to be a brick. "
And the other evening, on going to bed, his
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attention was caught by the brightness of the
sunset. "The daylight has forgotten to go
away. Tell him to go, pappa! " After a while:
"Has he gone? " "Not yet, dear; he is just
waiting to see his sister before he goes. "
"His sister! Has he a sister? " "Yes; she
is called Starlight: when he sees her, he will
say good-bye and go away! " "Oh! " That
seemed new, but quite natural and reasonable;
so he lay down quietly, with that ready
acquiescence which is a child's predisposition
to obedience.
Curiously related to this dream-life, and to
the sudden awakening from it, is the way in
which a child's occasional consciousness of the
unreality of its dreams affects its confidence in
the reality of its perceptions while awake.
Professor Sully, who has recorded so many
delightful and significant observations of child
life, mentions a boy of five who asked his
teacher, "Wouldn't it be funny if we were
dreaming? Supposing every one in the whole
world were dreaming, wouldn't that be funny?
They might be, mightn't they? " The strange
thing is that this sense of the illusiveness
of the world is not confined to childhood.
Wordsworth told Professor Bonamy Price that
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there was a time in his life when he had to
push against something that resisted, to be
sure that there was anything outside of him.
"I was sure of my own mind; everything else
fell away and vanished into thought. " And
these strange "fallings from us" and "vanish-
ings" come within the experience of Tenny-
son, just as Wordsworth "used to brood over
the stories of Enoch and Elijah, and almost to
persuade himself that, whatever might become
of others, he would be translated, in something
of the same way, to heaven," so Tennyson
had moments in which, at one time, "he felt he
could not die," and at another
seem'd to move among a world of ghosts,
And feel himself the shadow of a dream.
And a yet more striking coincidence may be
found in Newman's "Apologia": "I thought
life might be a dream, or I an angel, and all
this world a deception, my fellow-angels by a
playful device concealing themselves from me,
and deceiving me with the semblance of a
material world. "
Every now and again one is startled by
some preternaturally wise or beautiful saying
from the lips of a child, which seems to justify
the poet's thought that
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The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
What could be more like a sweet and clear
echo from the "Fioretti" than the words of
the little boy who, as Professor Sully tells us,
remarked to his mother that if he could say
what he liked to God, it would be, "Love me
when I am naughty " ; or the lovely saying of
a little girl to her mother, who was weeping
for a beloved one: "Why do you cry? It is
only that he has woken up and we are still
asleep. "
"Such sayings are not unwholesome or pre-
cocious," observes the writer of a notable
article in The Pilot* from which I have quoted
the last incident: the priggish, mawkish,
unwholesome sayings are of a very different
character, and have a deplorably sancti-
monious ring about them. "We are having
quite a thetfllojun for our son ! " remarked a
little girl of her four-year-old brother when he
hazarded some comment on the divine inten-
tion in the making of trees. And indeed in
children the theologian is often born a twin
* "Some Reflections on Childhood. " The Pilot, Sept. 8,
1900.
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brother of the poet. How can the busy brains
help speculating on the God who is the Father
they pray to, the heaven which is His
dwelling-place, the angels who watch unseen
around their cribs? It would be unnatural
indeed if they did not try to find convenient
places for these invisible spirits in their small
world, just as certain tropical birds contrive
means for lighting their nests with fireflies.
The childish speculator is logical, free-
spoken, and bold to audacity, but he is never
irreverent. He listens greedily, and his reten-
tive memory stores away unintelligible talk for
future deliberation. He is prone to put awk-
ward questions, and in our stupidity and
impatience, or, it may be, in our dread of
indulging a spirit of curious levity, we are apt
to impose silence somewhat brusquely on the
eager inquirer. This is a miserable mistake,
especially if we insist at the same time on
giving religious instruction regarding truths
which it would frequently be much wiser to
leave for maturer years. If we teach, we must
be prepared to listen to many theological
difficulties, to the oddest conjectures, and the
most amazing assimilations of ideas only half
understood. "What do they do in heaven?
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That puzzles me sometimes," said one little
girl. "Why does Jesus take little babies up
into heaven again? Does He send them
down to any one else? " "Does God like us
to show our moons" (the white crescents at
the root of the nails, from which a child should
always press back the skin when drying her
hands)? But most surprising of all was the
account of how God once went to Hades--to
visit there, and she might perhaps have gone
with Him. (She might have been eight years
old, in heaven, before she came here; but she
did not know. ) He went because He wanted
to know what it was like. Of course, He made
Hades, but He didn't know what it was like;
He had workmen to make it for Him, no doubt.
He took all those in heaven down with Him--
babies and all. Alongside of her unhesitating
speculativeness ran a grave sense of decorum:
"Of course it isn't proper to laugh when you
are saying your prayers. You would behave
if you went to see the Queen; and God is
greater ; " and a perfectly clear sense of right
and wrong: "Don't you feel reckless some-
times, mother ? --as if you wanted to disobey
the laws of God! " and a truer conception of
the divine compassion, I trust, than is to be
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found in some human creeds, for she had been
reading about what she called "Top-het," and
after asking whether "that pit of darkness and
fire " were one with Hades, observed : "There
must be only very few people in Tophet; only
those, I should think, who won't be sorry for
what they have done. " Singularly enough,
too, even the moral of a story is apprehended
in a way that would astonish many novel-
readers. "Oh no, I can't be Theseus," ex-
claimed the same child, when it was a question
of playing at "The Heroes. " It was not
because she was a girl--that never presented
any difficulty: "I wouldn't be Theseus for
anything, for, after all his great deeds, there is
a chapter which says ' How Theseus fell by
his pride '"!
Who will enable us to form an adequate
conception of what a child thinks about those
"lesser brethren" in feathers and fur which
we are pleased to call the brute creation? In
this respect, as in so many others, there are
two very different sides to a child's nature--its
confidence in animals and its dread of them.
The little man or little woman appears to
trust the four-footed much more readily than
the feathered bipeds. Why, it would be
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exceedingly difficult to say, unless we catch at
the notion that in an early stage of their
existence our own immortals were also small
quadrupeds. One small person I knew--almost
two years of age--was for some time thrown
into absolute panic by the sparrows in the
garden. It was ludicrous beyond belief to
see her when a bird dropped down on the
grass anyway near her. She would stamp,
and scream "No, No! "--and when the
handful of feathers would not be driven off
she would scuttle headlong into the house with
a yell for "Mamma! " Yet this singular little
coward would blow kisses to a donkey of her
acquaintance, and when she had a chance
would bustle up fearlessly to a dog-kennel
and imperiously summon the chained tenant,
"Come out, donnie [doggie]; naughty donnie! "
And who has not seen village babes, for whom
cattle had no terrors, kept at bay by a couple
of formidable geese on the common--geese?
nay, fiery dragons hissing and red with ravin.
Yet, when there is confidence between them,
what can be more winning than the child's
half-shy advances towards a speaking acquain-
tance; and, on the other hand, what more
beautiful--pathetic almost in its wistfulness--
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than the response made by many dumb crea-
tures? Even a cat, devoid as it so frequently
appears to be of any attachment to persons,
will allow itself to be turned all but inside
out by infantine hands. It may be lifted
by the tail with impunity, or utilised as a
cushion, with the inevitable result that the
baba fresh from Paradise acquires appalling
possibilities of cruelty. With the big dog it
is not quite the same. Devoted as is his sub-
servience, tender as is his care, long-suffering
and parentally tolerant as he is, there is a
strong placid look in the creature's human
eyes that distinctly indicates the line beyond
which the angelic little savage must not go.
Occasionally one has a pleasant glimpse of
the friendly offices which a child wishes to
exercise when relations appear to become a
trifle strained among playmates. "Pussy and
the jackdaw are such lovely companions,"
W. V. confided to me on her return from a
visit. "Pussy never runs at him, except when
he is on the ground. She can't help it then;
can she, father? But he's all right when he's
up a tree. I'll tell Paul she can't really help
it. "
In one of his books Michelet draws an
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exquisite picture of the destiny of the animal,
"that sombre mystery, that world of dreams
and dumb sorrows," through the long ages,
and of his redemption through the little Child.
In a remote antiquity the East conceived the
idea, to which it still adheres, that the animal
is a soul enchanted and cast into deep sleep, a
prisoner on the night-side of nature. In the
Middle Ages the people returned to that belief
in spite of the dogmas of the early theologians,
who had argued, some that the brute creation
had no souls and so were beyond the pale of
our sympathy and compassion; others that
they must have souls--seeing that they were
devils! It was the Child who, for a time at
least, raised these "lower brethren" from
this degraded bondage and oppression.
The tiny mortal--himself under a spiritual
ban--had no fear of these supposed incarna-
tions of evil. He played with them; he made
them his friends and confidants, and in turn
they loved him and grew docile to his will.
The grown-up people saw that nothing dis-
astrous came of this familiar intercourse. On
the contrary, they discovered a curious
similarity between their own little ones and
these dumb playmates. The animal became
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one of the family. It was treated as a poor
relation; it shared the joys of high feast-days,
and went into mourning in time of bereave-
ment. At last it was even admitted to church
on Christmas Day, and had its anthems, half
in ecclesiastical Latin and half in the popular
speech. Then sprang up the lovely mediaeval
legends, in which animals were not only
recognised as God's creatures, but as the
humble and helpful companions of man.
By solitary waters and among the rocks
of the mountain forest, bird or beast glad-
dened the rude home of many a saintly
anchorite.
This golden age of reparation did not long
endure. Popes and councils barred the church
doors; philosophers and casuists decided that
the animal had no soul, no God, no compensa-
tion for toil and suffering and cruelty; little
solace in this world and no hope for the next.
Still, a beginning had been made; pity for the
brute had been born into the world of the West,
and from it have sprung our abhorrence of the
wanton infliction of pain and our recognition
that the brute has its rights. Even the theo-
logian, when he now approaches the subject of
the life and destiny of animals, does so in a
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spirit of wonder and humility which contrasts
in a striking manner with the unfeeling and
short-sighted assurance of his antique pre-
decessors. "It is indeed," writes Newman,
"a very overpowering thought, when we get to
fix our minds on it, that we periodically use--
I may say hold intercourse with--creatures
who are as much strangers to us, as mysterious,
ar if they were the fabulous unearthly beings,
more powerful than man and yet his slaves,
which Eastern superstitions have invented.
We have more real knowledge about the angels
than about the brutes; they have, apparently,
passions, habits, and a certain unaccountable-
ness, but all is mystery about them. We do
not know whether they can sin or not, whether
they are under punishment, whether they are
to live after this life; we inflict very great
sufferings on a portion of them, and they in
turn, every now and then, retaliate upon us, as
if by a wonderful law. . . . Cast your thoughts
abroad on the whole number of them, large
and small, in vast forests, or in the water, or in
blue air, and then say whether the presence of
such countless multitudes, so various in their
natures, so strange and wild in their shapes,
living on the earth without ascertainable object,
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is not as mysterious as anything Scripture says
about the angels. "
V The time, it is to be hoped, is not far distant
when no creature will fear man, and when it
will be considered shameful that a child should
be frightened into that senseless dread of
animals which so often prompts to hostility
and cruelty.
There is a trait in childhood which is too
often taken for granted as universal and in-
variable--that of demonstrative affection. So
far as my observation goes, one is more struck
by the gay thoughtlessness, the happy indiffer-
ence of the Baba log, than by their tenderness.
Doubtless there are numerous exceptions, but
in the main children seem to be somewhat
impatient of caresses and not too spontaneous
in their endearments. Nature is a wise mother
in this as in other things, and it is prudent in
fathers and mothers to refrain from too frequent
interference. But how delightful it is when a
manly little fellow of two or three lets you see
how his joyous heart--his whole "eatable"
body, indeed--is sparkling and bubbling over
with his affection for you. It was one of Boy
Beloved's charming ways to come, with his
open hands placed side by side in front of
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his breast, and to dance as he uttered his
cooing yearning cry, " Oooo, mamma! " "Nice
hand! " he would say later, taking it in both
of his own and pressing it to his face, to his
neck, to his breast; "other hand too! " In-
deed, there never was such a hand-olater.
Suddenly, as you are walking along with
his fingers crumpled up in your palm, he
will bend aside till his lips rest on your poor
worshipful knuckles. Sometimes he will leave
his "chattels," as he calls them, and come with
the petition, " Let me kiss you a little, mamma I
Let us love ourselves"; then it is "Thank
you! "--and he trots off to his incessant toil
as porter, station-master, engine-driver (and
engine, too, so far as the whistling goes), for
his motto is Nulla dies sine lined--no day with-
out a (railway) line. When he is full of gleeful
mischief, and you foolishly say, "Won't you
give me a kiss? " he may reply with a giggle,
"They are not ripe yet! " and it is just as well
that you should learn to let your apples redden
on the tree.
At night a certain farewell duologue has been
nearly invariable for two years:
"See you in the morning, mamma! "
"All right, dear. "
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Da capo several times.
"All right, my sweet! "
"Am I your sweet, really? "
Or, after kissing of hands, back and palm,
kissing of cheek, forehead, and hair, it is:
"I like you, pappa!
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Siberia, the great god Pan was a reality. At
night he would say, "Bye-bye, Poo-ah I"--
"Good night, Out-of-doors! " Another went
in mortal dread of a feather from the eider-
down, or a fluff of the wool in which a banana
had been packed, and he would flee with a yell
when it moved towards him on a breath of air.
Boy Beloved had an unspeakable horror of an
indiarubber hot-water bottle, but if he had to
pass near it, he would propitiate it with "Nice
water-bottle! " and, watching it carefully, sidle
out of danger.
In this realm of fancy a child's quaint and
pretty sayings, his flashes of natural poetry,
appear almost inevitable. He is continually
checking off likenesses; he understands through
similitudes. Spectacles could hardly fail to
become "little windows"; a quivering compass-
needle "a bird "; a butterfly a "flying pansy. '1
"Oh, making mud-pies! " cried a little maid
gleefully, when she saw some nursery gardeners
hard at work; and "Want a drink of meolk! "
when a waggoner drew up at the horse-trough.
Boy Beloved had seen his mother's thread
ravel, and when he could not pull open the
cupboard door, stamped his foot and roared,
"In a knot, in a knot! "
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Imitation is one of the ways of checking
likenesses. Sometimes one is apt to punish
for disobedience--and all because one did not
understand that some little man was a horse,
and not a responsible human boy. One morn-
ing from my window I saw Boy Beloved
standing on one leg, with the other doubled up
close to his body and his arms half extended
in a curve. The attitude was a puzzle till I
noticed the fowl in front of him, and then it
was evident that he was "playing at poultry. "
More curious still was his explanation of a
long howl of his, which brought us to see what
had happened. He laughed a droll little laugh
and said, " I thought I was a puff-puff"--and
the whoop was his notion of a steam-whistle.
One of the most interesting things in watch-
ing a child's play is the knowledge one acquires
of the sharpness and detailed accuracy of its
observation. A small" shop-lady " will consult
the (invisible) ticket before she quotes you the
price of her goods, and if by some negligence
it has not been pinned on, she will refer the
matter to the gentleman called "Sign. " If
you ride in an imaginary tram-car with Boy
Beloved as conductor, he will say "Pling! "
the sound of the bell-punch) before he gives
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you an imaginary ticket and takes an imaginary
fare.
And with what ease and dramatic vraisem-
blance the mimics throw themselves into a
situation! Promenading round the garden, in
old days, with her doll, W. V. exclaimed,
"Look, baby; there's pappa! "--then, in a
hurried aside, "Wave your hand, father! "
"Ta-ta! " I said to nurse once, as she took
Boy Beloved downstairs; "write when you get
there! " "Wouldn't it be funny," cried W. V. ,
"if nurse wrote a letter for him:
'Dear Pappa,
Dot dere,
Baby'"
Wonderful are the ways of a girl with her
doll. "I am an anxious-minded doll-mother,"
observed a true make-believer, as on a windy
night she gave up her eider-down to her
favourite and "tucked her in" with tender
solicitude.
The doll is one of the best teachers of a
child, and it is one of the happy chances of
language that the very name "dolly" carries
us back to St. Dorothea (God's gift) and her
beautiful rose-legend. "Dorothy," writes Miss
Yonge, in her "History of Christian Names,"
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"was once one of the most usual of English
names, and 'Dolly' was so constantly heard
in every household that it finally became the
generic term for the wooden children that at
least as late as the infancy of Elizabeth Stuart
were called babies or puppets. " And this God's
gift to girlhood -has many things to teach
mothers if they will but watch and try to
understand what they see.
Professor Sully is of opinion that the perfect
child's faith in dolldom passes away early; in
most cases, it would appear, about the age of
thirteen or fourteen. It is then that the young
people begin to realise the shocking fact that
dolls have no "inner life. " I should have
imagined that the sincerity of simple faith
died out long before the age of fourteen.
Judging from a conversation with W. V. when
she was a serious matron of seven and dolly
lay listening in her arms, the perfect faith
sometimes does not outlast half that age.
"Does your little girl talk? "
"Oh no. "
"How is that? "
"Why, she's only a little baby--three
months. "
"I see. And when will she talk? "
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"I should think when she's five years old;
perhaps when she's four. "
"Are you fond of her? "
She cuddles the doll and smiles radiantly.
"Do you think she is fond of you? Is
she as fond of you as Guy-boy is of his
mother? "
"Guy is a real baby--a live doll," with
a laugh; "this one isn't--I pretend she is.
She will never be able to really talk, you
know. "
"What is the good of pretending? "
"You have to pretend--unless you have
one of those dolls that speak when you pull
a string. "
"But what pleasure have you in pretending? "
"It is nearly as nice to pretend--when you
can't have a real live baby. "
And the art of pretending cuts Gordian
knots with such a deft facility. "These spoons
are too big for the toy tea-set," says Olive.
"Oh, let's pretend they are little," rejoins
Giggi--and that mountain is cast into the sea;
to have made it a mountain at all was "perferly
'idickerlus! " But if you think that a make-
believer cannot be strictly accurate and un-
compromising when he likes, you are mistaken.
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Giggi's mamma was telling sympathetically
how he had slipped, and " sat down suddenly,"
and hurt his back. "That isn't my back,
v mamma," interposed Giggi; "that's where my
legs live! " And if you suppose that an
anxious-minded doll-mother is not keenly alive
to the difference between the credible and the
incredible, you will find that your figures come
out wrong. "Of course Bunyan says, 'And
I dreamed a dream '; but it would take three
or four dreams to make a whole book. He
must have made up some of it, father, when he
was awake! "
Yet it is in this same region of make-believe,
I suppose, that we must place that bewildering
habit of so many children, of playing with
imaginary companions. An instance is given
in the Sayings which follow, but, from a con-
siderable number of letters which I have
received on the subject, I am forced to believe
that it is an experience by no means uncommon
in child life. But this is a topic which I must
treat as the Highland divine treated "a great
speeritooal diffeeculty "--look it boldly in the
face and pass on.
When does the first flash of self-conscious-
ness occur in a child's experience--the first
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clear realisation that he is he, something quite
distinct from the rest of creation?
As might be expected, it is not easy to
collect information on this obscure but singularly
interesting subject. So far I have only come
across two instances. In his Letters James
Smetham writes: "My first awakening to
consciousness, as far as I can remember, was
in a valley in Yorkshire, outside the garden-
gate of my father's house, when at the age of
two. I have a distinct remembrance of the
ecstasy with which I regarded the distant blue-
ness of the hills, and saw the laurels shake in
the wind and felt it lift my hair. " Mary Howitt,
in her Autobiography, makes a similar state-
ment, but unfortunately she leaves the reader
to conjecture her age as between three and
four years: "Then I recollect a curious little
epoch in my life, as we were returning one
evening from a forest ramble with my father.
It was the first evidence to my mind that I
could think. I remember very well the new
light, the gladness, the wealth of which I
seemed suddenly possessed. It has curiously
connected itself in my mind with passing a
pinfold. That particular spot seemed like the
line between rational and irrational existence;
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and so childish was I in intellectual life, that
it seemed to me as if before I passed the
pinfold I could only say and think ' Bungam '--
such was the expression in my mind--but that
after passing it I had the full use of all
intelligible speech. "
Very few persons seem to recollect that
first flash of revelation, and indeed the habit
of humanising everything he sees is so in-
veterate in a child that it is easy to conceive
that, in spite of the revelation, the original
vague dream-life with its magical illusions may
continue for years. There is more than make-
believe in what I may call the anthropo-
morphism of childhood; there is an unreasoning
but very positive belief that everything is
alive, and in precisely the same way as the
observer. One day Boy Beloved knocked his
head against the bannister. After crying and
receiving the usual remedial kissing, he went
and laid his head against the bannister, so
that it too might "kiss the place better. "
Naturally enough, for when any of us had
hurt him, had not we kissed the spot? And
surely this was an improvement on the ancient
tradition of retaliation--the mistaken beating of
the bannister.
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So, too, one morning, sitting up in bed with
his bricks and toys, he called to the gas:
"Ower here, gas! Come, build for Guy; play
cricket for Guy, gas! " It was not till his
mother had made the gas say No in a far-
away tone that he reconciled himself to a
solitary game. On another occasion, after
"picnicking" quietly for a long while in the
shadowy woods under the dining-room table
with his horse and engine, he brought out the
latter with the request, " Kiss this old train,
pappa," for he is the most affectionate of little
mortals, and will in the most unaccountable
way climb a couple of flights of stairs to
"kiss your nice hand," or even your sleeve or
dress. If the humour takes him to play at
buying something in the woods, he will
convert an oak or a birch into a shopkeeper,
and you can see his lips moving as he describes
what he wants and makes his purchase.
One of the most interesting incidents, how-
ever, occurred when his wooden engine fell
down. He picked it up, kissed it, and said
cheerily, "All better now; don't cry, puff-
puff! Be a brick! "--and added in a low
voice to himself, "He's going to be a brick. "
And the other evening, on going to bed, his
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attention was caught by the brightness of the
sunset. "The daylight has forgotten to go
away. Tell him to go, pappa! " After a while:
"Has he gone? " "Not yet, dear; he is just
waiting to see his sister before he goes. "
"His sister! Has he a sister? " "Yes; she
is called Starlight: when he sees her, he will
say good-bye and go away! " "Oh! " That
seemed new, but quite natural and reasonable;
so he lay down quietly, with that ready
acquiescence which is a child's predisposition
to obedience.
Curiously related to this dream-life, and to
the sudden awakening from it, is the way in
which a child's occasional consciousness of the
unreality of its dreams affects its confidence in
the reality of its perceptions while awake.
Professor Sully, who has recorded so many
delightful and significant observations of child
life, mentions a boy of five who asked his
teacher, "Wouldn't it be funny if we were
dreaming? Supposing every one in the whole
world were dreaming, wouldn't that be funny?
They might be, mightn't they? " The strange
thing is that this sense of the illusiveness
of the world is not confined to childhood.
Wordsworth told Professor Bonamy Price that
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there was a time in his life when he had to
push against something that resisted, to be
sure that there was anything outside of him.
"I was sure of my own mind; everything else
fell away and vanished into thought. " And
these strange "fallings from us" and "vanish-
ings" come within the experience of Tenny-
son, just as Wordsworth "used to brood over
the stories of Enoch and Elijah, and almost to
persuade himself that, whatever might become
of others, he would be translated, in something
of the same way, to heaven," so Tennyson
had moments in which, at one time, "he felt he
could not die," and at another
seem'd to move among a world of ghosts,
And feel himself the shadow of a dream.
And a yet more striking coincidence may be
found in Newman's "Apologia": "I thought
life might be a dream, or I an angel, and all
this world a deception, my fellow-angels by a
playful device concealing themselves from me,
and deceiving me with the semblance of a
material world. "
Every now and again one is startled by
some preternaturally wise or beautiful saying
from the lips of a child, which seems to justify
the poet's thought that
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The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
What could be more like a sweet and clear
echo from the "Fioretti" than the words of
the little boy who, as Professor Sully tells us,
remarked to his mother that if he could say
what he liked to God, it would be, "Love me
when I am naughty " ; or the lovely saying of
a little girl to her mother, who was weeping
for a beloved one: "Why do you cry? It is
only that he has woken up and we are still
asleep. "
"Such sayings are not unwholesome or pre-
cocious," observes the writer of a notable
article in The Pilot* from which I have quoted
the last incident: the priggish, mawkish,
unwholesome sayings are of a very different
character, and have a deplorably sancti-
monious ring about them. "We are having
quite a thetfllojun for our son ! " remarked a
little girl of her four-year-old brother when he
hazarded some comment on the divine inten-
tion in the making of trees. And indeed in
children the theologian is often born a twin
* "Some Reflections on Childhood. " The Pilot, Sept. 8,
1900.
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brother of the poet. How can the busy brains
help speculating on the God who is the Father
they pray to, the heaven which is His
dwelling-place, the angels who watch unseen
around their cribs? It would be unnatural
indeed if they did not try to find convenient
places for these invisible spirits in their small
world, just as certain tropical birds contrive
means for lighting their nests with fireflies.
The childish speculator is logical, free-
spoken, and bold to audacity, but he is never
irreverent. He listens greedily, and his reten-
tive memory stores away unintelligible talk for
future deliberation. He is prone to put awk-
ward questions, and in our stupidity and
impatience, or, it may be, in our dread of
indulging a spirit of curious levity, we are apt
to impose silence somewhat brusquely on the
eager inquirer. This is a miserable mistake,
especially if we insist at the same time on
giving religious instruction regarding truths
which it would frequently be much wiser to
leave for maturer years. If we teach, we must
be prepared to listen to many theological
difficulties, to the oddest conjectures, and the
most amazing assimilations of ideas only half
understood. "What do they do in heaven?
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That puzzles me sometimes," said one little
girl. "Why does Jesus take little babies up
into heaven again? Does He send them
down to any one else? " "Does God like us
to show our moons" (the white crescents at
the root of the nails, from which a child should
always press back the skin when drying her
hands)? But most surprising of all was the
account of how God once went to Hades--to
visit there, and she might perhaps have gone
with Him. (She might have been eight years
old, in heaven, before she came here; but she
did not know. ) He went because He wanted
to know what it was like. Of course, He made
Hades, but He didn't know what it was like;
He had workmen to make it for Him, no doubt.
He took all those in heaven down with Him--
babies and all. Alongside of her unhesitating
speculativeness ran a grave sense of decorum:
"Of course it isn't proper to laugh when you
are saying your prayers. You would behave
if you went to see the Queen; and God is
greater ; " and a perfectly clear sense of right
and wrong: "Don't you feel reckless some-
times, mother ? --as if you wanted to disobey
the laws of God! " and a truer conception of
the divine compassion, I trust, than is to be
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found in some human creeds, for she had been
reading about what she called "Top-het," and
after asking whether "that pit of darkness and
fire " were one with Hades, observed : "There
must be only very few people in Tophet; only
those, I should think, who won't be sorry for
what they have done. " Singularly enough,
too, even the moral of a story is apprehended
in a way that would astonish many novel-
readers. "Oh no, I can't be Theseus," ex-
claimed the same child, when it was a question
of playing at "The Heroes. " It was not
because she was a girl--that never presented
any difficulty: "I wouldn't be Theseus for
anything, for, after all his great deeds, there is
a chapter which says ' How Theseus fell by
his pride '"!
Who will enable us to form an adequate
conception of what a child thinks about those
"lesser brethren" in feathers and fur which
we are pleased to call the brute creation? In
this respect, as in so many others, there are
two very different sides to a child's nature--its
confidence in animals and its dread of them.
The little man or little woman appears to
trust the four-footed much more readily than
the feathered bipeds. Why, it would be
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exceedingly difficult to say, unless we catch at
the notion that in an early stage of their
existence our own immortals were also small
quadrupeds. One small person I knew--almost
two years of age--was for some time thrown
into absolute panic by the sparrows in the
garden. It was ludicrous beyond belief to
see her when a bird dropped down on the
grass anyway near her. She would stamp,
and scream "No, No! "--and when the
handful of feathers would not be driven off
she would scuttle headlong into the house with
a yell for "Mamma! " Yet this singular little
coward would blow kisses to a donkey of her
acquaintance, and when she had a chance
would bustle up fearlessly to a dog-kennel
and imperiously summon the chained tenant,
"Come out, donnie [doggie]; naughty donnie! "
And who has not seen village babes, for whom
cattle had no terrors, kept at bay by a couple
of formidable geese on the common--geese?
nay, fiery dragons hissing and red with ravin.
Yet, when there is confidence between them,
what can be more winning than the child's
half-shy advances towards a speaking acquain-
tance; and, on the other hand, what more
beautiful--pathetic almost in its wistfulness--
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than the response made by many dumb crea-
tures? Even a cat, devoid as it so frequently
appears to be of any attachment to persons,
will allow itself to be turned all but inside
out by infantine hands. It may be lifted
by the tail with impunity, or utilised as a
cushion, with the inevitable result that the
baba fresh from Paradise acquires appalling
possibilities of cruelty. With the big dog it
is not quite the same. Devoted as is his sub-
servience, tender as is his care, long-suffering
and parentally tolerant as he is, there is a
strong placid look in the creature's human
eyes that distinctly indicates the line beyond
which the angelic little savage must not go.
Occasionally one has a pleasant glimpse of
the friendly offices which a child wishes to
exercise when relations appear to become a
trifle strained among playmates. "Pussy and
the jackdaw are such lovely companions,"
W. V. confided to me on her return from a
visit. "Pussy never runs at him, except when
he is on the ground. She can't help it then;
can she, father? But he's all right when he's
up a tree. I'll tell Paul she can't really help
it. "
In one of his books Michelet draws an
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exquisite picture of the destiny of the animal,
"that sombre mystery, that world of dreams
and dumb sorrows," through the long ages,
and of his redemption through the little Child.
In a remote antiquity the East conceived the
idea, to which it still adheres, that the animal
is a soul enchanted and cast into deep sleep, a
prisoner on the night-side of nature. In the
Middle Ages the people returned to that belief
in spite of the dogmas of the early theologians,
who had argued, some that the brute creation
had no souls and so were beyond the pale of
our sympathy and compassion; others that
they must have souls--seeing that they were
devils! It was the Child who, for a time at
least, raised these "lower brethren" from
this degraded bondage and oppression.
The tiny mortal--himself under a spiritual
ban--had no fear of these supposed incarna-
tions of evil. He played with them; he made
them his friends and confidants, and in turn
they loved him and grew docile to his will.
The grown-up people saw that nothing dis-
astrous came of this familiar intercourse. On
the contrary, they discovered a curious
similarity between their own little ones and
these dumb playmates. The animal became
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one of the family. It was treated as a poor
relation; it shared the joys of high feast-days,
and went into mourning in time of bereave-
ment. At last it was even admitted to church
on Christmas Day, and had its anthems, half
in ecclesiastical Latin and half in the popular
speech. Then sprang up the lovely mediaeval
legends, in which animals were not only
recognised as God's creatures, but as the
humble and helpful companions of man.
By solitary waters and among the rocks
of the mountain forest, bird or beast glad-
dened the rude home of many a saintly
anchorite.
This golden age of reparation did not long
endure. Popes and councils barred the church
doors; philosophers and casuists decided that
the animal had no soul, no God, no compensa-
tion for toil and suffering and cruelty; little
solace in this world and no hope for the next.
Still, a beginning had been made; pity for the
brute had been born into the world of the West,
and from it have sprung our abhorrence of the
wanton infliction of pain and our recognition
that the brute has its rights. Even the theo-
logian, when he now approaches the subject of
the life and destiny of animals, does so in a
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spirit of wonder and humility which contrasts
in a striking manner with the unfeeling and
short-sighted assurance of his antique pre-
decessors. "It is indeed," writes Newman,
"a very overpowering thought, when we get to
fix our minds on it, that we periodically use--
I may say hold intercourse with--creatures
who are as much strangers to us, as mysterious,
ar if they were the fabulous unearthly beings,
more powerful than man and yet his slaves,
which Eastern superstitions have invented.
We have more real knowledge about the angels
than about the brutes; they have, apparently,
passions, habits, and a certain unaccountable-
ness, but all is mystery about them. We do
not know whether they can sin or not, whether
they are under punishment, whether they are
to live after this life; we inflict very great
sufferings on a portion of them, and they in
turn, every now and then, retaliate upon us, as
if by a wonderful law. . . . Cast your thoughts
abroad on the whole number of them, large
and small, in vast forests, or in the water, or in
blue air, and then say whether the presence of
such countless multitudes, so various in their
natures, so strange and wild in their shapes,
living on the earth without ascertainable object,
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is not as mysterious as anything Scripture says
about the angels. "
V The time, it is to be hoped, is not far distant
when no creature will fear man, and when it
will be considered shameful that a child should
be frightened into that senseless dread of
animals which so often prompts to hostility
and cruelty.
There is a trait in childhood which is too
often taken for granted as universal and in-
variable--that of demonstrative affection. So
far as my observation goes, one is more struck
by the gay thoughtlessness, the happy indiffer-
ence of the Baba log, than by their tenderness.
Doubtless there are numerous exceptions, but
in the main children seem to be somewhat
impatient of caresses and not too spontaneous
in their endearments. Nature is a wise mother
in this as in other things, and it is prudent in
fathers and mothers to refrain from too frequent
interference. But how delightful it is when a
manly little fellow of two or three lets you see
how his joyous heart--his whole "eatable"
body, indeed--is sparkling and bubbling over
with his affection for you. It was one of Boy
Beloved's charming ways to come, with his
open hands placed side by side in front of
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his breast, and to dance as he uttered his
cooing yearning cry, " Oooo, mamma! " "Nice
hand! " he would say later, taking it in both
of his own and pressing it to his face, to his
neck, to his breast; "other hand too! " In-
deed, there never was such a hand-olater.
Suddenly, as you are walking along with
his fingers crumpled up in your palm, he
will bend aside till his lips rest on your poor
worshipful knuckles. Sometimes he will leave
his "chattels," as he calls them, and come with
the petition, " Let me kiss you a little, mamma I
Let us love ourselves"; then it is "Thank
you! "--and he trots off to his incessant toil
as porter, station-master, engine-driver (and
engine, too, so far as the whistling goes), for
his motto is Nulla dies sine lined--no day with-
out a (railway) line. When he is full of gleeful
mischief, and you foolishly say, "Won't you
give me a kiss? " he may reply with a giggle,
"They are not ripe yet! " and it is just as well
that you should learn to let your apples redden
on the tree.
At night a certain farewell duologue has been
nearly invariable for two years:
"See you in the morning, mamma! "
"All right, dear. "
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Da capo several times.
"All right, my sweet! "
"Am I your sweet, really? "
Or, after kissing of hands, back and palm,
kissing of cheek, forehead, and hair, it is:
"I like you, pappa!
