A boy of five, very bright in every other respect, was a source of great anxiety to his parowts, While apparently hearing and understanding. everything that was said Lo him, he had never spoken. Gne day when he was going down a narrow lane is mother a big black dos front of the child. "My sood-
In the next case anger was the! Jdeveloping fores. A healthy, intel-Higent boy of three, the son of a farmer and the youngest in a large family, had never been known to} speak. One afternoon in haymakiz time, when all other members of the family were in the fields, the boy was left to have hi afternoon 5 nap in the care of a sister, whose Jduty it was—in a home addicted to} the unscientific practice of rocking to sleep—to rock the cradle without Jeessation, She became so absorbed the book she was reading that she forgot her task until she was startled by a sepulchral voice of Jcommand from the depths of the cradle, "Rock, will ye!"
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