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Malbrook would be comparatively modern, were not all things that are sung to a drowsing child as distant as the day of Abraham. If English children are not rocked to many such aged lullabies, some of them are put to sleep to strange cradle-songs. The affectionate races that are brought into subjection sing the primitive lullaby to the white child.
Its insect kind was the most dangerous enemy man had: the only form of life he had not conquered, and would be crooning cradle-songs when humanity, perhaps through its agency, or perhaps through the sun growing cold, had passed from the earth. Not impossibly, insects would render extinct all other beings, and then the cockroach could proclaim that creation had its apotheosis in it.
With suspended breath, and great eyes directed fixedly to Marie Antoinette, the dauphin listened, but gradually his eyes fell, and motionless and with grave face the child sat in his arm-chair. Marie Antoinette saw it, and began to sing one of those cradle-songs of the "Children's Friend," which Berquin had written, and Gretry had set to music so charmingly.
Only they committed the mistake of being overhasty, of passing straightway from the phenomenon to the explanation of it, and thereby produced certain theories that are quite inadequate. But this is the mistake of all times, and still made in our own day. Hypotheses are cradle-songs by which the teacher lulls his scholars to sleep.
"Malbrook" would be comparatively modern, were not all things that are sung to a drowsing child as distant as the day of Abraham. If English children are not rocked to many such aged lullabies, some of them are put to sleep to strange cradle-songs. The affectionate races that are brought into subjection sing the primitive lullaby to the white child.
Now comes the sweetest of cradle-songs, the professor with damper on his strings, the professor's wife scarcely touching the piano. The strain ends. The man is in tears not the tears of an orator. He glances at the child and the great eyes are likewise dim. "Kiss me, Davy!" But it is as if Davy were too hard at work with an article.
To-day she showed a genuine sympathy which, though its purpose may have been to test him the more sharply, seemed yet to bear witness to the pure and free humanity of her soul. She asked him after his parental home and was charmed with his naive rapture at escaping the psychical atmosphere of the cradle-songs of his mother's house.
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