A child taken into hands,
          Gentle hands;
A face beaming into a little patent face;
A murmuring flow of substance,
          An unseen hope given,
          Answer to a pitying cry:
          Love.

A child taken into hands:
A soul beaming into a
          Little latent lad's whimper;
A mind touched on both sides,
          And another
          And another
          Nearby.

                                     —Dumas fils

...I was the other 'nearby' that was touched by what I saw.  For, at the time, I thought I was alone in understanding how to pity these kind of relationships...yet here was a mother sitting in the pew in front of me, sentiently enjoying the loving of her Down child.  

As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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