Babyhood . d they should be physicallyand mentally ; and yet all her patient, untiring,and enthusiastic efforts could be thwarted and nullified by the over-indulgence of a self-willedand ignorant relative. There are many, many grandmothers in thesame position as this mother. They know thatchildren who might grow up healthy men andwomen and good citizens have no chance ofsuch development under the conditions affordedthem, and they are obliged to sit by and see thework of deterioration go steadily on. Happy the grandmothers who have been wisemothers, and whose enlightenment has not cometoo late
Babyhood . d they should be physicallyand mentally ; and yet all her patient, untiring,and enthusiastic efforts could be thwarted and nullified by the over-indulgence of a self-willedand ignorant relative. There are many, many grandmothers in thesame position as this mother. They know thatchildren who might grow up healthy men andwomen and good citizens have no chance ofsuch development under the conditions affordedthem, and they are obliged to sit by and see thework of deterioration go steadily on. Happy the grandmothers who have been wisemothers, and whose enlightenment has not cometoo late ! Such can have the satisfaction of feel-ing that they did the best they could with thematerial entrusted to their care, and perhaps,here a little and there a little, out of the family; as well as in, can sow seed which shall ultimatelybring forth good fruit. But wise grandmothers. must accept their limitations, and wise mothersmust decline to have their children spoiled byunwise grandmothers. Eleanor 24 BABYHOOD. STRAY LEAVES FROM A BABYS JOURNAL. BY A PHYSICIAN No. VII. (Conclusion. EVER since my birth the things that have keptmy brain the busiest have been sounds. Atfirst they seemed to me like a steady murmuringor a constant buzz. After a while, however,I noticed periods of silence, and then soundswould startle me, particularly if sudden andquick—nothing I dreaded more than a quick,loud sound ; it would alarm me so that Iwould feel a quivering within me. It was sometime before I could distinguish the sound of avoice from that of moving things ; then graduallyI would be less alarmed at the sound of a voice,but still would tremble at the sound of a chair,or of any article around. The sound of voiceswould generally be accompanied by the presenceof some one I knew, and then I would not fear ;but the fall of a chair or a sudden scream wouldset my inside into beating and throbbing ; so Iwas always afraid my nurse would drop some-thing, as she was in the habit of doing, t
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