The child
who is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled
chains round
his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers
him at every
step.
In fear that
it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps
himself from
the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it
is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off
from the
healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of
entrance to the great fair of
common human life.
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