text:  How beautiful is the smile of the sleeping infant! "Holds it not converse with angels?" the thought is natural--ministering spirits may be unseen around us and in all space and love the whispering speech in the ear of sleeping innocence; there is visible joy in the face yet how little can it know of pleasurable sensations communicable through this world's objects? How know we but the sense must be deteriorated to make it serviceable for the lower purposes for which in part the child is born?--as the air we breathe must have something of poison or it would be too pure for mortal beings