From Mrs. Sigourney:

I have seen an infant with a fair brow, and a frame like polished ivory. Its limbs were pliant in its sports. It rejoiced, and again it wept, but whether its glowing cheek dimpled with smiles, or its blue eye was brilliant with tears, still I said to my heart, "It is beautiful." It was like the first pure blossom, which some cherished plant had shot forth, whose cup is filled with a dewdrop, and whose head reclines upon its parent stem.

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In this paragraph, the writer is trying to evoke emotions in her readers about small children and what a blessing they are. In a way, she accomplished her goal with me. While reading this, it aroused emotions in me, thinking of my little sister Holly. Even when she is being a brat, she is perpetually cute. With her curly blonde hair and blue eyes, she is adorable. She is very fun to play with, especially when she gets shy around people she doesn't know very well. Holly and I have a blast dancing to music in my room. :)