The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-08-15
JUVENILE COLUMN.
MAKE YOUR OWN SUNSHINE.

JUVENILE COLUMN. &.
MAKE YOUR own SUNSHINE.
30, dear, it always does rain when want to
go anywhere 2" cried little Jennie Moore. It's
too bad; now Eve got to stay in doors all day,
and know shall have n wretched day."
perhaps So" said Uncle Jack ''but you
need not have bad day unless you choose"
How can help it wanted to go to the
park and hear the band, and take Fido and
! piay on the grass, and have good time, and
| pull wild flowers, and eat sandwiches under
the trees and now there amt goin' to be any
sunshine Mt all ; aud Pll just have to stand
! here and see it rain, and see the water run off
| the ducks back all day.
"Well, let's make little sunshine" said
| Unclo Jack.
"Make sunshine ~ said Jennie; "why, how
you do talk !" and she smiled through her tears.
"You haven't got sunshine factory, have you ~
| :" Well, Pm going to start one right off, If you
viii be my partner" replied Uncle Jack. Now
let me give you these rules for making sun
shine: First, don't think of>what might have
been if the day had been better; second, see
how many pleasant things there are left to en-
joy; aud, lastly, do'all You can to make other
pssR %sl, gTy the last r.t and she went to
work to aniuse her little brother Willie, who
was crying. By the time she had him riding n
chair and laughing, she was laughing too.
WE'LL" said Uncle Jack, I" 1 see you are a
| good sunshine maker, for you've got about all
you or Willie can hold just now. But let's try
what we can do with the second rule"
DuU haven't anything TO enjoy, cause all
my dolls are old, and my picture books all torn
and"
"Ho1d," said Uncle Jack; here's an old
| newspaper. Now, let's get some fun out of it. J"
Fun out of newspaper! Why, how you
talk"
But Uncle Jack showed her how to make a
| to cut whole family OF paper dolls, and how
to make pretty things for Willie out of the
paper. Then he got the tea-tray, and showed
her how to roll a marble round it. And 50 he
n m "
bedtime came she kissed Uncle Jack, and said
Good night, dear Uncle Jack"
Good night, little sunshine maker" said
Uncle Jack.
And she dreamed that night that Uncle Jack
mad buiit great house, and put q sign over
the door, which read, Sunshine Factory, by
Uncle Jack e. Little Jenny" She made Uncle
Jack laugh when she told her dream; but she
never forgot what you must remember-a cheer
tal heart makes its oOcn sunshine-Littte FOLKS.
THE YOUNG CHRISTIAN HERo.-Dnring the
persecution of Vaierian, child named Cyril
of Cesarea, in Cappadocia, evihced a wisdom
and a courage so far above his age that it
evident the Holy Spirit enlightened and
strengthened him. AS he publicly glorified the
name of Jesus Christ, he had to endure the
derision of his young companions and the ill
treatment of his relatives, who We're all pagans.
But neither ill-treatment, raileries, nor the
isolation in which he was left could weaken
his faith or his fervor. To overcome his reso-
lution, he was brought before the Judge, who,
after having employed threats and caresses
without success, In order to frIghten him, gave
orders to have him bound aud conducted to the
place of execution. The holy child did not
shed tear nor change color, but advanced
courageously to the fire in which they pretend
cd they were going to throw him. When
brought anew before the judge, "Tyrant" said
he, with an inspired look, " you have done me
an injury in recalling me from death; iron and
fire are the only presents / desire of You. l
aspire to treasures which it is not in your power
to give. Deprive me, then, no longer of them"
The assistants shed tears at hearing him
he aoIh tn ham u Won CHI NtNl1
rather rejoice and congratulate me my tri-
umph. You know not the kingdom which is
offered me, and the ineffable happiness that
awaits me-" In those admirable dispositions he
endured death, thus showing, by his example,
that in spite of their tender years children be-
come heroes when actuated by religion.
THE LITTLE BOYS REBUKE.-There was once
very old man who lived in the house of his
son. The old man was deaf, his eyes were dim,
and his legs weak and thin. When he was Mt
much did his hand shake, and at times he would
spill his soup on the tablecloth. All this veXed
his son and his sons wife; and they made the |
There he ate his food from an carthenware
dish, and he had not always too much to eat, |
as you may guess.
Well, one day his trembling hands could not I
hold the dish-it fell to the floor and broke.
AT this his son and sons wife were veXcd |
that they spoke harshly to the poor old mai;.
His only answer was a deep, sad sigh Then
they bought him n bowl made of wood out of |
which he had to eat his food. Not long after
this his grandson, a boy about seven years of
age, seen at work following out log of
wood. His parents could not guess what he
was trying to do. The little boy said nothing
to any one, but kept at his work the log,
and looked very grave as if he had some great
work on hand. What are you doing there!"
asked the father. The little boy did not want
to tell. Then his mother asked, what are
you doing there, my son % ooh 2, said be- .CI
am only making a trough, such as pigs eat
out Of" " But what are you making it for 7" 81
am making it," said he, " for you and father to
eat ont of when grow up" The parents looked
ut each other, and burst into tears. From that
time forth they treated the old man we'll. He
had the best place at the table, nice dish and
plenty of food
MissPENT EvENINGs.-The bog who spends
an hour of each evening lounging street
corner, wastes in the course of Il single year
}65 precious hours, which, if applied to study,
would familiarizc him with the rudiments, at
east, of almost any of the familiar sciences.
If, in addition TO the wasting of hour each
evening, he spends five cents for n cigar, which
IS usually the case the amount thus worse than
wasted would pay for four of the leading maya