A Duet, with an Occasional Chorus

‘Almost the first thing that struck me when I saw him, and it strikes me more and more, was, how could any one have got the idea of original sin? The people who believe in it can never have looked into a baby’s eyes. I love to watch them, and sometimes fancy I can see a faint shade of reminiscence in them, as if he had still some memories of another life, and could tell me things if he could only speak. One day as I sat beside his cot – Oh dear! I hear his Majesty calling. So sorry! Good-bye. – Yours very truly,

Maude Crosse.’

P.S.– I have not time to read this over, but I may say, in case I omitted it before, that he really is a very remarkable baby.’