Babies

■It strikes us tfoat more. fiba aretold about babies than about any thing else in the world. We all say tiiey Rre sweet - yet every body knows they are sour; we all eay they are love.ly, yei nine babies in ten have no more beauty than a pug dog; we prnise their expressive eyes, yet all bables sqii'nt; we cali ihera little doves, yet ona of thcm mtikes more noise tlian a colony of creech owls; we vow they are no troub'.ep, yet they must be tended nighí and day; we insist that hey repay us for all our anxiety, though they take every opportunity of scratching our faces or poking thcir fingers in our ees; in short, ve make it our business to veil the most palpable falsehoods about them every hour of the doy. Yet, strange to say wedlock secma a void without them; and thosn who have them, even while telling1 thoe sílf evident unlruths, look just as if they