Lost Children of the Alleghenies, p.16

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Lost Children of the Alleghenies

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THE LOST CHILDREN

It is not at all strange that the parents should feel heart-broken at the loss of their little boys. They were very innocent, interesting children. George, the elder one, seven years old, had dark hair and blue eyes; while Joseph, the younger one, aged but five years, had light hair and gray eyes; and, owing perhaps to their sickness in the west, they were small for their ages, but in cuteness and knowledge, they were far in advance of their years. George was remarkably intelligent for one of his age, and always had such a care for his younger brother, that when going to and from their play, he nearly always led him by the hand and they were so affectionate with one another that they never had a quarrel at their play.

"Young loves, young hopes dancing on morning's cheek,
Gems leaping in the coronet of Love!
So beautiful, so full of life they seemed
As made entire of beams of angels' eyes,
Gay, guileless, sporting, lovely little things!
Playing around the den of sorrow, clad.
In smiles, believing in their fairy hopes,
And thinking man and woman true! All joy,
Happy all day, and happy all the night."

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16	THE LOST CHILDREN
It is not at all strange that the parents should feel heart-broken at the loss of their little boys. They were very innocent, interesting children. George, the elder one, seven years old, had dark hair and blue eyes; while Joseph, the younger one, aged but five years, had light hair and gray eyes; and, owing perhaps to their sickness in the west, they were small for their ages, but in cuteness and knowledge, they were far in advance of their years. George was remarkably intelligent for one of his age, and always had such a care for his younger brother, that when going to and from their play, he nearly always led him by the hand and they were so affectionate with one another that they never had a quarrel at their play. "Young loves, young hopes dancing on morning's cheek, Gems leaping in the coronet of Love! So beautiful, so full of life they seemed As made entire of beams of angels' eyes, Gay, guileless, sporting, lovely little things! Playing around the den of sorrow, clad. In smiles, believing in their fairy hopes, And thinking man and woman true! All joy, Happy all day, and happy all the night."