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and　the　reflection　of　a　red　curtain　on　our　cheek。　　Is　he　not　a　POET

that　painted　us？



　　　　　　　　　　〃Blest　be　the　art　that　can　immortalize！〃

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　COWPER。



Young　folks　look　on　a　face　as　a　unit；　children　who　go　to　school

with　any　given　little　John　Smith　see　in　his　name　a　distinctive

appellation；　and　in　his　features　as　special　and　definite　an

expression　of　his　sole　individuality　as　if　he　were　the　first　created

of　his　race：　As　soon　as　we　are　old　enough　to　get　the　range　of　three

or　four　generations　well　in　hand；　and　to　take　in　large　family

histories；　we　never　see　an　individual　in　a　face　of　any　stock　we

know；　but　a　mosaic　copy　of　a　pattern；　with　fragmentary　tints　from

this　and　that　ancestor。　　The　analysis　of　a　face　into　its　ancestral

elements　requires　that　it　should　be　examined　in　the　very　earliest

infancy；　before　it　has　lost　that　ancient　and　solemn　look　it　brings

with　it　out　of　the　past　eternity；　and　again　in　that　brief　space　when

Life；　the　mighty　sculptor；　has　done　his　work；　and　Death；　his　silent

servant；　lifts　the　veil　and　lets　us　look　at　the　marble　lines　he　has

wrought　so　faithfully；　and　lastly；　while　a　painter　who　can　seize　all

the　traits　of　a　countenance　is　building　it　up；　feature　after

feature；　from　the　slight　outline　to　the　finished　portrait。



I　am　satisfied；　that；　as　we　grow　older；　we　learn　to　look　upon　our

bodies　more　and　more　as　a　temporary　possession　and　less　and　less　as

identified　with　ourselves。　　In　early　years；　while　the　child　〃feels

its　life　in　every　limb；〃　it　lives　in　the　body　and　for　the　body　to　a

very　great　extent。　　It　ought　to　be　so。　　There　have　been　many　very

interesting　children　who　have　shown　a　wonderful　indifference　to　the

things　of　earth　and　an　extraordinary　development　of　the　spiritual

nature。　　There　is　a　perfect　literature　of　their　biographies；　all

alike　in　their　essentials；　the　same　〃disinclination　to　the　usual

amusements　of　childhood　〃；　the　same　remarkable　sensibility；　the　same

docility；　the　same　conscientiousness；　in　short；　an　almost　uniform

character；　marked　by　beautiful　traits；　which　we　look　at　with　a

painful　admiration。　　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。　11；〃　or

whatever　it　may　be；isn't　that　a　pretty　nice　sort　of　a　boy；　though

he　has　not　got　anything　the　matter　with　him　that　takes　the　taste　of

this　world　out？　　Now；　when　you　put　into　such　a　hot…blooded；　hard…

fisted；　round…cheeked　little　rogue's　hand　a　sad…looking　volume　or

pamphlet；　with　the　portrait　of　a　thin；　white…faced　child；　whose　life

is　really　as　much　a　training　for　death　as　the　last　month　of　a

condemned　criminal's　existence；　what　does　he　find　in　common　between

his　own　overflowing　and　exulting　sense　of　vitality　and　the

experiences　of　the　doomed　offspring　of　invalid　parents？　　The　time

comes　when　we　have　learned　to　understand　the　music　of　sorrow；　the

beauty　of　resigned　suffering；　the　holy　light　that　plays　over　the

pillow　of　those　who　die　before　their　time；　in　humble　hope　and　trust。

But　it　is　not　until　he　has　worked　his　way　through　the　period　of

honest　hearty　animal　existence；　which　every　robust　child　should　make

the　most　of；not　until　he　has　learned　the　use　of　his　various

faculties；　which　is　his　first　duty；that　a　boy　of　courage　and

animal　vigor　is　in　a　proper　state　to　read　these　tearful　records　of

premature　decay。　　I　have　no　doubt　that　disgust　is　implanted　in　the

minds　of　many　healthy　children　by　early　surfeits　of　pathological

piety。　　I　do　verily　believe　that　He　who　took　children　in　His　arms

and　blessed　them　loved　the　healthiest　and　most　playful　of　them　just

as　well　as　those　who　were　richest　in　the　tuberculous　virtues。　　I

know　what　I　am　talking　about；　and　there　are　more　parents　in　this

country　who　will　be　willing　to　listen　to　what　I　say　than　there　are

fools　to　pick　a　quarrel　with　me。　　In　the　sensibility　and　the

sanctity　which　often　accompany　premature　decay　I　see　one　of　the　most

beautiful　instances　of　the　principle　of　compensation　which　marks　the

Divine　benevolence。　　But　to　get　the　spiritual　hygiene　of　robust

natures　out　of　the　exceptional　regimen　of　invalids　is　just　simply

what　we　Professors　call　〃bad　practice〃；　and　I　know　by　experience

that　there　are　worthy　people　who　not　only　try　it　on　their　own

children；　but　actually　force　it　on　those　of　their　neighbors。



Having　been　photographed；　and　stereographed；　and　chromatographed；

or　done　in　colors；　it　only　remained　to　be　phrenologized。　　A　polite

note　from　Messrs。　Bumpus　and　Crane；　requesting　our　attendance　at

their　Physiological　Emporium；　was　too　tempting　to　be　resisted。　　We

repaired　to　that　scientific　Golgotha。



Messrs。　Bumpus　and　Crane　are　arranged　on　the　plan　of　the　man　and　the

woman　in　the　toy　called　a　〃weather…house；〃　both　on　the　same　wooden

arm　suspended　on　a　pivot；so　that　when　one　comes　to　the　door；　the

other　retires　backwards；　and　vice　versa。　　The　more　particular

speciality　of　one　is　to　lubricate　your　entrance　and　exit；that　of

the　other　to　polish　you　off　phrenologically　in　the　recesses　of　the

establishment。　　Suppose　yourself　in　a　room　full　of　casts　and

pictures；　before　a　counterful　of　books　with　taking　titles。　　I　wonder

if　the　picture　of　the　brain　is　there；　〃approved〃　by　a　noted

Phrenologist；　which　was　copied　from　my；　the　Professor's；　folio

plate；　in　the　work　of　Gall　and　Spurzheim。　　An　extra　convolution；　No。

9；　Destructiveness；　according　to　the　list　beneath；　which　was　not　to

be　seen　in　the　plate；　itself　a　copy　of　Nature；　was　very　liberally

supplied　by　the　artist；　to　meet　the　wants　of　the　catalogue　of

〃organs。〃　　Professor　Bumpus　is　seated　in　front　of　a　row　of　women；

horn…combers　and　gold…beaders；　or　somewhere　about　that　range　of

life；looking　so　credulous；　that；　if　any　Second…Advent　Miller　or

Joe　Smith　should　come　along；　he　could　string　the　whole　lot　of　them

on　his　cheapest