The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1882-01-19
TO SIS.
A Delightful Homily With Broad
application

4 a 0GAl6htAu hOhAsX WIN u IED3
application
Come here, Sis, aud sit down be
side me, and let me give you a It'll
talking to. That is right Sit oles
at tho other end Of the sofa. ]
makes more room for my govt an,
eorns, besides being COED habit 70
u young lady to be addicted Away
ponder to this habit, and you will il
time find yoursel' waking through
green meadows and he lie the sill
waters OF selt-respect. You may bt
walking alone, to be sure, bu. viii
have fewer lawn dresses to do up on
Moudsy morning wish 10 speak
tn sou of your mother. Ii may be
you have noticed the careworn look
upon her face lately OF course. i,
has not been brough, there by any
act of yours, still it is your duty to
chase it away. ! don't mean for you
to rue at it and shake your skirts and
tell IT to shoo," as you would hon,
nor do expect you to get on the
other side OF the fence and throw old
oyster cans and pieces of barrel
slaves at it, as you did at the COW
yesterday. But want you to got
up to morrow morning and get break
fast, and when your mother comes
dowu and begins to express hSTsur
prise, go right up to her and kiss her
on the mouth. You don't imagine
how it will brighten up her dear
face. Besides, you owe her kiss
or two. Away back when you were
little girl she bad kissed you when
no one else was tempted by Jour
fever tainted breath and swollen face
You were not as attractive then as
you are now And along through
those years of childish sunshine and
shadows she was always ready to
cure, by the magic of q mothers kiss,
the little, dirty, chubby hands when
ever they were injured in those fret
skirmisheS with the rough old world.
And then the midnight kisses with
which she has routed so many bad
dreams, as she leaned above your
pillow, have all been on interest
these long, long years. Of course,
she is not 30 pretty and kissable es
you are, but If you had done your
share of the work during the last ten
years the contrast would not be so
marked Her face has more iwrin
kIes than yours, far more, and yet if
you were sick that face would appear
to you to be more beautiful than an
angels as it lowered over you, watch
ing every opportunity to minister to
your comfort, and every one of those
wrinkles would seem to be bright
wavelets of sunshine chasing each
other over the dear old face She
will leave you Que OF these days. -
These burdens If not lifted from her
shoulders, will break Der down.
Those rough, hard hands, that have
done 80 many unnecessary things tor
you will be crossed upon her liieless
breast Those neglected lips that
gave you your first baby kiss will be
forever closed, and those sad tired
yes will have .opened in eternity,
and then you will appreciate your
mother, but It will be too Late
There, there, don't cry; she has not
left you yet. She is down 10 the
kitchen Stringing beans for dinner,
and fyou feel 50 badly you might
go down and finish them, and let her
change her dress and rest 40 hour
before dinner. And af,el dinner you
might do up the dishes While, she
takes little nap. Then You might
take down her hair and do it up for
her. You noed not wind it over
year finger and fuss to make little
spit curls as she used TO do with
yours, but give q good brushing and
wind 1t up gently and to nde1y, IS IT
you enjoyed doing il for her. The
young man down ia the Parlor can
wait until you have performed these
dnties. - Perks SIM, 'aaia" pe piia