Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1856-06-07

the daughter kiss her aged parents fur.
rowcd cheeks before retiring for the
night! How sweet is childhood's softly
spoken good night, its good morning
mother" howmusically itsounds! Butif
how many households are these ''smal
sweet courtesies" disrcgarded. With
how many is it no longer "my dear
mother" but the rold woman;" no more
the respected father, the counsellor anG
guide of life, but the cold man." with
some even the "old boy p Is this ma.
king life what it should be, path O
peace and pleasantness, guarding the
smile, the gently spoken word, the def
erential manner, for the world; and the
frowns, and the fault-fndings, and the
words Of harshness for our nearest anc
dearest friends?
In some parts of Europe and in South
America, a beautiful, ime-honored Gus.
tom is preserved, one that should be per-
pctuatcd, though many things yield just
ly to the innovations Of the new. Sons
and daughters will ask their parents
blessing before retiring to rest. The
paternal benediction is invoked and is
solemnly and feelingly bestowed. Is not
this beautiful, a reverential custom
one that has nothing to do with creed or
dogma, but is petition from the heart
of filial love and duty; and has its re-
spending echo in the parents breast. -
Were such custom prevalent among us,
Young America could no longer address
his parents as the "old boy" and the
cold woman" Wherefore sheer at age.
and jest upon the subject of life's second
childhood ?-Do we not all look forward
to it?-hopc to attain it?-and would
those vaunting so proudly their gifts Of
youth and strength, would they like to
become the objects of boyish mcrriment,
or girlish sarcasm? Reflect, therefore,
that there is that in store for you which
you now inAict on others.
The love of pleasing is as natural as il
is praiseworthy, when rightly directed
but were it not better application Of
the hearts endeavors, to exert ourselves
in pleasing those who dwell with us be-
meath the same roof, and thereby pleas
ing others as well, than to dire ct all our
aims and energies in the vain attempt to
please the world; not that portion of il
which consists of the good, the true
minded, the unsclfish, the nobly aspiring
but those acknowledged its rulers Of
fashion, its lords of caste, its devotees OF
pleasure and frivolity. The homc-hearts
are true; many of the worldly hearts,
50 inordinatcly worshpped, are false and
hollow. The smiles of home are q
heavenly cmanation, its atmosphere is
that Of purity and peace, its very sor.
rows are tinged with heavenly consola,
ton. If but the hearts Of the house
hold be true, if they have kept undim
med by time and change its holy bono
of union, there is blissful remembrance,
clinging around its hallowed stiffness
even though some of its loved ones b.
far away in distant lands, and others ye
"far beyond the tomb"
Oh, guard the sacredness Of Home
from evil guests, from envious strife
from rude contention, from rebellioui
words and disobedient acts Carry NO
into the world a smiling face that is {
borrowed one, reserying the disfgurinl
frown of discomfort, the discord of oppo
sing opinions knowing them to be wrong,
for the sanctuary of Home, for that bles
sed retreat from the worlds rude lessons
from the daily disenchantments of TIN
life without. A peaceful, happy Home
is surely a partial revelation Of the bet
ter Home that awaits our souls. w
hope and pray for pence and joy il
Heaven. We can obtain some radian
glimpses of its highest joys by rendering
our earthly homes the abode of content
mcnt, duty and forbearance.