It will be found that most of these children are the subjects of some constitutional unfitness for living, the most frequent of which I need not mention.

They are like the beautiful, blushing, half-grown fruit that falls before its time because its core is gnawed out.

They have their meaning,--they do not-live in vain,--but they are windfalls.

I am convinced that many healthy children are injured morally by being forced to read too much about these little meek sufferers and their spiritual exercises.

Here is a boy that loves to run, swim, kick football, turn somersets, make faces, whittle, fish, tear his clothes, coast, skate, fire crackers, blow squash "tooters," cut his name on fences, read about Robinson Crusoe and Sinbad the Sailor, eat the widest-angled slices of pie and untold cakes and candies, crack nuts with his back teeth and bite out the better part of another boy's apple with his front ones, turn up coppers, "stick" knives, call names, throw stones, knock off hats, set mousetraps, chalk doorsteps, "cut behind" anything on wheels or runners, whistle through his teeth, "holler" Fire! on slight evidence, run after soldiers, patronize an engine-company, or, in his own words, "blow for tub No.