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• EVERYBODY’S FRIEND
Feb Liu ary, 1915
MISCELLANEOUS
“There are sadder things in life
Than to ba the one that is wronged.”
“Sick!” Who doos not know the meaning of
this word? Wait’d is the home that has not
felt the night-mare blight of having some one
sick in the house? If we were more careful
with our eating and our drinking, oar exercise
and our exposure, we would not be sick so
much.
“The supreme need of the world is to breathe
a humane spirit into our industrial order—to
create a soul under the ribs of death.” This
supreme need should be brought still closer
home, should create a humane spirit in the
breast of every man and woman, where it is a
stranger now, should create a desire to do good
in every industrious an I busy heart a spirit
which can see beyond its own w tils, the need of
making others belter and happier.
A soft, damp snow had fallen on wood and
field, and the early morning revealed the earth
in all her white-robed beauty. The snow cov-
ered every rock, draped every twig and every
faded loaf which clung to its favorite birthplace;
every crook and curve of tree and branch was
magnified, every deformity hidden away; the
rough rocl<s were arrayed in white gowns, and
lay around like sheep in an eternal sleep. The
snow, like charity, had wreathed all the world
in glorious loveliness.
A little girl of five lives in a hotel, while her
parents are away from morning till night. A
young lady, whoso husband was out most of the
time, spent a few days at the hotel and made
friends with the child. At the supper table the
little girl was at one end and friends helped her
to Rod. and sl.c struggled with a tough piece of
meat. The young lady sat near the other end
of the table eating her supper and talking with
her husband who had just come in, and a friend.
Suddenly she got up with an “excuse mo,” and
went to the child and said, “let me help yon”
and cut the moat for her, then went back.
Somewhere, there is a little child that has
need of you. Perhaps, could you but know it,
you may have need of a little child.
The young mother sat by the cheerful fire
holding baby on her lap, a little darling that had
never seen Christmas yet, but would ere long
see her first birthday. The father brought a
tub of water, and when baby saw it she was all
alive to get into it. The mother began taking
off the little shoes, and the father fell on his
knees and said, “give us a foot,” and helped get
her ready for the gleeful splash in the water.
The cold winds might blow, the troublous world
rollon; for them the past and the future were
forgotten, while their little one was happy right
before their eyes.
Manoah, the father of Sampson, was a wise
man. The first thing be asked of the angel
when he learned they were to have asm, was,
“How shall we do unto the child, and how sh ill
we order him?” A father cannot ask a more
important question than this, and the answer ho
gets lo it goes far to making or spoiling the child.
The angel was wise, too, beyond many w ho have
never brought up children, for he gave no spe-
cific answer to this question. Farther than the
general admonition to bring up our children in
the nurture of the Lord, and to train up a child
in the way he should go, little special instruc-
tion is given as1 to how we shall order him.
The ( nly sale way is for every parent to study
his own child, and then adapt the training to
fit that particular child.
A young man, a hopeloss victim of consump-
tion, was in the Colorado mountains the day be-
fore Christmas. By accident he heard of a crip-
pled boy whose mother had said, “There is no
Santa Claus for poor children.” This fired the
consumptive, and he hired an auto which he
stocked with sled, train of toy cars, clothing,
candies, and food galore. His auto stuck in the
snow before they reached the home of the child
The invalid started with an armload of gilts,
was overcome, and fell in the snow and soon
breathed his last. A noble, beautiful death, bet-
ter than any on the battle field..