Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1877-11-01
For the Beacon.

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are 10 the thinking mind what food Is 10
fhe eoposeai ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
A book is tie ,sost entertaining of CON-
panions-one neser tires Gifts voIeeIess
eloquence and is willing TO be silent.
A COCO book strengthens moraIy-the
other kind act upon the mind and heart
as does dissipation and unwhoIesome
food upon the constitution, rendering
one unfit for the social amenities. Too
great care could not be exercised ia the
selection Of reading matter for the young,
their Uniformed mind and imperfect judg-
meut make il unsafe for them 10 choose
for themselves. When once the poison
has entered the heart, il Is almost i'm
possible TO eradicate it. The crystal
brightness Is furnished for aye.
Good books are the sentinels on the
outposts Of a nations honor. Grea: pre-
caution should be taken lest some trail
tor enter the ranks and betray. Yes,
volumes might be written of the ben
ekcisl results Of good reading, then
too many might be penned having on
the title page d'shsnor, death, ruin the
result Of perusal. Literature should be
encouraged in the home circle, for
home is the one place in all the world
where hearts are sure Of each other"
II is the garden Of humanity where the
good seed may be planted and cultiva-
I ted. Parents should think well CT their
sublime differentiation.
Home should be a charmed circle
whence the seductive voice OF Temp
tation could not lure a household treas
ure. There arc a thousandnameless ways
ofbinding children with fiower-wreathed
links TO - home, sweet home" thus
keeping them I rom Sylla and Charyb-
dis, and among the many, good books are
potent.
Many names now sacred 10 fame owe
the first impulse to work to some good
book. Its voiceless eloquence awak-
ened sleeping genius and won from OBJ
security some jewel rare. Thomas
a Kempis wrote as motto upon hi,
books have sought for rest in all
things, but could find il no where but in
corners and in books" Many others
no doubt could echo the same words.
! Well, well, we must do all We can TO
make ourselves as well as others hap
Py. Happy! What is it to be happy !:
think il is TO have all ones desires sat
isfed.
Happiness is the Garden Of the Hes
peridcs, and we, Iiercuies-like, are IN
wcaricd in our efforts TO secure the
golden fruit. With some the dragon
that guards the entrance Is pride, with
others self-dcception, others want OF
candor, and with others remorse. I
agree with Lavatcr, that actions, looks.
words, steps, form the alphabet BY
which you may spell! characters.
A umid young friend Of mine came
to me the other day for advice. 1t
seems he had been paying attention to
a fair maideR aud report said an engage
mcnt existed, but he solemnly a>scvcra-
ted it was not so and in consequence
devoted himself TO another, with what
success am not prepared to say. How
ever, he came to me To know what he
should do az he loved the latter. Twas
Disguised at his weakness, but he seemed
TO be in such trouble that disgust was
lost in sympathy. Cowarlice il cxCu-
sable III woman. but IL renders man
contemplate. No woman wants an un-
willing captive. Love needs love to
sustain IL. II is all bosh about loving
despite the fact of being unloved thus
putting the refined order Of creation on
par with the lower. II is said span
iels fawn on one in proportion to the
unkInd and even cruel treatment they
receive. hold it TO be far more hon
orablc and noble in either party to adj
init the mistake. Candor in such a mat
ter should be considered a sacred duty.
ana sensible person would appreciate
1t.
In ono of my business rides I came
across little child and heard her saw
10 another Of her own age perhaps
I've no mother now" The simple
sentence touched me and these were
the thoughts suggested:
1--WE no mother now" Softly, slow.
" the words were spoken as the deep
blue eyes looked up neutrality-suspicious.
Ingly, Tor there was vacant spot in the
child's heart. The elegant home seemed
not the same-,he sweet presiding an
gel was Sone-,he bright ray that glad
dencd it was hidden away and ever
from ;hc little ones lonely heart welled
up the tear-truth, 1--we no mother
now. Oh the dcsola,ion interviewer
IN that sentence I've no mother
now" sobbed the little begsar child.
unheeding the cutting wind hich toyed