The National tribune., 1881-01-01
The Grace of Expressing It.


The Grace of Expressing It
There people in the world with very kind hearts
who yet hurt others, simply from using that power
OF expression which surely all have in or less de-
gree. Others are troubled with painful reserve which
prevents them from giving expression their feelings
although they may be very warm and very deep, and
they often wholly misunderstood by those about
them. Tennyson tells of certain shy Ellen Adair who
though dying for her lover caused herself to be
dersood by him that he left her utterng such stngng
words that they broke the poor girls heart aud when
upon his return he found how grievousy they had
conceived each other, he wrote upon her tombstone
Here lies the body OF Ellen Adair
1t terrible think what mischief has been wrouobt
among children and young people by this want of the
power of expression on the part Of and teachers
How many sensitive child has been almost ruined by
parents who that he trying his very ut
most to please; or it they it, did Lyman
Beecher did with his children let them know that he saw
and appreciated the act however slight may appear to
be- little fellow has been reading of young hero
who helped his father and mother in all sorts of ways
and alter rachng his brains to think how he help
he remembers that he fetch his fathers slippers and
take his boots away and put them the proper place
Without saying a word to any body when evening comes
he does 1t but the father is occupied that notices
not what the boy has done The little fellow hopes on
thinking that when he goes to bed his father will say
how pleased he to Charley willing Co help: but
not word is uttered and the boy goes to bed with
choking feeling his throat and says his PRAYER by the
bedside with sadness very real in his heart. Parents
often complain of chdre not being ready help as
they should be- the fault is with the parents who have
known how TO evoke feelings with which the heart
of every child is richly stored.
little girl has batled bravely with herself and rot
up early Sunday morning, done many little things
for her mother hurried her breakfast and got to
her school IN time There has been her teacher stiff and
cold, with just nod of recognition for the child and
nothing more. Without knowing exactly why the little
scholar has felt very sad How delighted she would have
been If the teacher had, with ungloved hand kindly
drawn her TO her side and said with beaming face how
pleased she Was to see her at school so early
parents and teachers would but cultivate this grace
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else the grace in way which makes wish they
bereft OF the power altoge her. for they forever find
ing fault They troubled with conscientious con-
vction that they must look for defects in those about
them. OF course they find them, and then they are
pointed out in way that cruelty wounds highly
scenous and sensitive nature, and ncalculabe harm is
done.
1t is quite remarkable what results have followed from
simple expression of loving approval When
John Gibson little boy he is said to have the
cottage window sketching geese that passing
He showed the sketch to his mother We done - she
said :. that's very nice | should try again if we're
you T" lie tried again. and became the word-renowned
sculptor. Benjamin West, when about five years old,
was left one summer day in the garden with baby
cousin He made rude sketch of the child. ''Why,"
said the delighted mother she has sketched little Sally -
He made other sketches after that aud became the favor
ite painter at George III aud President of the Royal
Academy Years ago fond aunt said to boy who had
written out piece of poetry in shorthand ''Why,
some day y and the prediction has been fnalled.
Pleasant helpful and never forgotten are all such
words Of approval In large family there have been
days of anxiety and The eldest daughter by her
skill in teaching has earned little money, and
without word 10 any one, she lays nearly all of it out
in buying things that are much needed in the house
What JOY fills her heart when fond mother takes her
aside aud with emotion that cannot be concealed
how thankful she is for such cousiderate Kindness and
murmurs - don't know what We should do without
you, darling"
Music is sweet and win often heal wounded heart,
but the winsome words of proya uttered by one we
love stl for they balm when they
spoken and in after days days of darkness aud of
row, they return upon the soul with healing their
wings,