CHILDREN.

BY MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.
{"newspaper_name": "The Southern journal.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 1002, "word_count": 180, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9761000275611877], "ccnet_perplexity": [1321.0999755859375], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
One cold market morning, l looked into
miIliner's shop, and there saw hale,
hearty, well-browned young fellow from
the country, with his long cartswhip, and
a lion'shag coat, holding up some little
NATTER and turning it about on his great
fist. And what do you suppose it was?-
A baby's bonnet! A little soft, blue, satin
hood, with swan's-down border, white as
the new-iallen snow, with frlll Of rich
blonde around the edge. ao


By his side stood very pretty woman,
holding with no small pride the baby--for
evidently it was the baby. Any one could
read that fact in every glance, as they look
ed at each other, and the little hood, and
then at the large blue unconscious eyes,
and fat dimpled cheeks of the little one. 1.
was evident that neither of them had ever
seen baby like that before! e.-,as a'


"But really, Mary" said the young man,
s'isn't So very highg' a.g4ieeAr


Mary very prudently said nothing, but
taking the little bonnot, tied it ON the little
head, and held up the baby. The man