The child has to go to bed, but it does not cry if mother is going upstairs with it. It is quite dark; but what of that? The mother’s eyes are lamps to the child. It is very lonely and still. Not so; the mother’s arms are the child’s company and her voice is its music. The choicest communications ever made to human minds are those which have come from the Great Father. Certain herbs yield no smell till they are trodden on, and certain characters do not reveal their excellence till they are tried.