Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-01-31
TIE FAMELy CIRCLE.


MAKE satisfactorily the radi-
anca of your sun in your face; let the
world have the benefit Of it, Let your
cbeerfulness be felt for good, wherever
you are, and let your smiles be scattered
ike sunbeams- the just as well as
the unjust" Such disposition viii
Weld YOU a rich reward for its happy
effects Will cone home to you and
brighten your moments Of thought.
Smile at the higher and better responses
Of nature to the emotion Of the soul.
Let the children have the benefit Of
them, those little ones who need the
sunshine of the heart to educate them,
and would find a level for their buoyant
nature in the cheerful, loving faces Of
those who lead them. Let them not be
kept from the middle-aged, who need
the encouragement they bring. Give
your smiles also to the aged. They
come to them like the quiet rain of
summer, making fresh and verdant the
long, weary path of life. Be gentle and
indulgent to all; love the true, the
beautiful, the just, the holy.
L
is hard for young mother, who has
not vet overcome the hayward tenden-
dies of her youthful nature, to realize
the influence she eXerts over her own
little ones. She is constantly sur
rounded by successful imitators, who
copy her morals and manners. AS the
mother is, so are her sons and daugh-
ters. Ii family of children is blessed
with an intelligent mother, who is deli
cate and refined in her manners, and
does not consider it necessary to be one
woman in q drawiDg-roOm and an en-
tirely different person in everyday life,
but who is a true mother, and always a
tender, charming woman, you will in
variably see her habits of speech and
perfect manners repeated In her chill
dren. Great, rough men, and noisy,
busy boys, viii always tone down their
voices and step light and try to be more
mannerIy when she stops to give them
a kind word or pleasant smile, for
true mother will never fail to say OF do
all the pleasant things she can that will
cheer those whose lives are shaded with
care and toll. The mother Of to-day
rules the world of tomorrow.
PROFANTTY-We are emphatically in
the age of profanity, and it seems to us
that we are on the topmost current.
One cannot go on the street anywhere
without having their ears offended with
the vilest words, and their reverence
shocked by the most profane use of sa-
cred names. Nor does it come from
the old or middle-aged alone, for it is
fact that the younger portion of the
community are most proficient in de-
grading language. Boys have an idea
that it is smart to swear; that it makes
them manly; but there never was
greater mistake in the world. Men,
even those who swear themselves, are
disguised with profanity in a young
man, because they know how, of all
habits, this clings the most closely and
increases with years. 1t is the most in
sidious Of habits, growing on one so in
visibly, that almost before one is aware
he becomes an accomplished cursor.
REMEMBERED SToRIEs-Children are
very fond of twilight and bedtime
stories, and the future life of many
little child has been nodded, as Sir
Walter SCOTS was, by the weird, i'm
aginatiye recitals poured at these hours
into their eager intelligence. Children
are so easily influenced that parents
should be particular what is told to
them, and the stories should be suited
to the capacity of the child. There are
little ones who must be soothed to
sleep by the quiet refrain of some
nursery song-a story would excite
them to wakefulness or to bad dreams.
Others are so constituted that they
will fall asleep as soon as the story they
craved is told. Sometimes mothers are
not ready to make up stories and not
quick to remember those they know, in
which case good way is to take the
remembered part and make it a nucleus
for half original story For instance,
there is pretty little poem
which some one wrote, we have
forgotten who, and, in fact, we
have forgotten the poem, but we will
suppose and remember it IN this way:
"There was once upon time in the
kingdom of No Mans Land little boy
who never was ready to go to bed. No
matter how late it was he would cry
and cry, and all the little stars would
come sliding down on the moonbeams
and look in at the window and laugh at
the little boy who-never-wa nted-to
got o-bed-boo-hoo and one night
the little boy sat up in bed and asked
the little stars what they thought Of it.
And great shining star looked very
solemn and answered-and this is all
We can remember of the poem:
I'VE have a Father, little boy,
Who guides us on our way,
We never question; when He speaks
We listen and OheYI'