Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1877-11-23

ses ~ turning to her bread and milk will
a sigh of relief that all had ended happily
| And the parents kissed her-klssed each
other-and then turned to the hard work
before them, stronger, happier and better
every way.
| Listening at the door of their darling's
room that night they heard her saying:
II guess it's all right, dear God, but if
they do quarrel any more, you'd better take
me right along"
And fearing the child's prayer may be
answered, Mr.. and Mrs. Shook are trying
very hard to keep the old Satan nnder their
feet.-Nor for that reason only They have
learned how much of happiness there is in
bearing 'one another burden. in forbear-
ing and forgiying, in taking the good that
is given and making the most and best of
it.
Bad habits are like weeds-long let
alone they are hard to dig out. But the
strong hand and the patient heart are sure
to Conquer some time
BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO WOMEN
We have seen many beautiful tributes to
lovely women, but the following is the fin
est we ever read:
"Place her among the flowers, fasten her
as tender plant, and she is thing of fan
cy, waywardness and folly-annoyed by a
dewdrop, fretted by the touch of butter
fy's wing, ready to faint at the sound of a
beetle or the rattling of window pane at
night, and is overpowered by the perfume
Of the rosebud. But let real calamity come,
rouse her affections, enkindle the fires of
her heart. Place her in the heat Of battle
give her child, a bird, OF anything to
protect-and see her in relative instance,
lifting her white arms as a shield, as her
own blood crimsons her upturned forehead,
praying for her life to protect the helpless.
Transplant her in the dark places Of. the
earth, call forth her energies to action, and
her breath become a healing, her presence
blessing. She disputes inch by inch the
the strides of stalking pestilence, when
man, the strong and brave, pale and af-
frighted shrinks away. Misfortune hurts
her not; she wears away life Of silent
endurance, and goes forward with less til
nudity than man to her burial. In prosperity
she is bud full Of odors, waiting for the
winds of adversely to scatter them abroad
gold, valuable, but untried, a mystery.
the centre from which radiates the charm
of existence
HONOR OLD AGE.-Bow low the head,
boy; do reverence to the old man as he
passes slowly along. Once like you, the
vicissitudes of life have silvered the hair
and changed the round face to the worn
visage before you. Once that heart beat
with aspirations co equal to any you have
felt; aspirations crushed by disappoint-
ment. as yours are perhaps destined to be.
Once that form stalked proudly through
the gay scenes of pleasure, the beau-ideal
of grace; now the hand of Time, that
withers the flowers of yesterday, has warp
ed the figure and destroyed that noble
carriage. Once, at your age, he had the
thousand thoughts that pass through your
brain-now wishing to accomplish some
thing worthy of fame; anon imagining life
a dream that the sooner he woke from the
better. But he has lived the dream nearly
through. The time to wake is very near
at hand; yet his eye ever kindles at old
deeds of daring, and his hand takes firm
er grip Of his staff. Bow low the head,
boy, as you would in your old age be re-