Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-09-13
WOMAN AND HOME.
STOP IN IIFE'S HURRY AND THINK
ABOUT THE LAST TIME"

Boys Should Learn to Endure Pain-Care
of the Female Figure-Cirls for House,
work-Woman's Infiuence-Food for In
fants-Household Hints, Items Etc.
Did you ever stop, in the midst of life's
tumultuous hurry and furry, and think to
yourself about the "last time" that is on its
way TO you and to met There will be last
time for the careless good-by thrown to wife
and children as you hurry to the morning
train. There will be a last time when your
step will board the car and your form will
mingle with the crowd Of those who 60 about
business when the day is new. There will be
last time to speak kind word instead Of
q cross one, to give smile for a frown.
There will be last time to mingle in the
city's busy stream Of life, to mount your Of
flee stairs and sit at your desk. There will
be a last time to seizo the chance Of honesty
and of uprightness. There will be last
time to lunch, a last time to read the daily
papers, last time to watch the sun go down.
There will be a last time to spend happy
evening at home, and bestow your company,
speech and manners upon the members Of
your own family circle. There will be q last
time to say 'good night" to turn out the
lamps and WOO the tickle goddess of slumber.
There will be last midnight and a last new
dawning Of last day on earth.
Knowing all this to be SO true, how shall
we set about to keep the vigil Of what may
be the last hour we have to spend7 Take the
children first. If an angel from heaven
came suddenly down and whispered in your
ear, "The last day has come. You have but
twelve more hours to live" how, think you,
would you set about to improve that timel
Would you he anxious about the practice
hours, the dress, the personal appearance of
the little ones you would soon have to leavea
Would you stop to train them how to dance,
how to hold their hands in walking, how to
pose or posture' Would you stop to think of
masters TO teach them to play, TO paint, or
to charm the shallow world with any gift of
nlluring grace? Would you care whether
their dress was stylishly cut and made, or
their garments freshly laundried and daintily
trimmedl Would you give second thought
TO any gift this world has in It's power to
bestow, whether of wealth or beauty
or social honor7 l think not. Fac
ing that last time to be together, I
think your mind would turn to sweeter,
purer things, and you would say something
to this effect. ''The time has come, my little
ones, when 1 must go and leave you. You
will be alone in the world tomorrow, so far
as mother love goes, and pray you heed my
last words. Be pure in all things; despise
evil companionships and evil conversation
and evil books Keep your heart like spot
less flower, however you keep your outward
garb. Carry back your soul to God unde-
filed as the June evening carries upon its
bosom the mornings rose.
BE true always. You may be poor and
have to win your bread, but keep your lips
from speaking untruths and your heart from
brooding deceit. Honest speech may not
win you many friends, but such as it does
win for you will be worth the keeping. Re
member, in friendship as in precious stones,
it is not the quantity but the quality which
tells.
Keep your heart kind. Be tender to
everything that God lets live. The child that
will needlessly torture fly will make cruel
man or woman. You may not have gold to
give, but God has given you purse to draw
from, the aims of which, dispensed among
the children of earth, turn sorrow into sun
shine and tears into smiles. Thoughtful
words and deeds of helpfulness are better
than dollars in our pockets to make the world
run smooth.
'Be loyal to principles, friends and God.
The man who forgets a friend in time of need
will make a no-account sort of angel if ever
be manages to slip into heaven. He ISM
worth his keep either here or yonder. And
finally, little children" You would say, re
member and let love hold its beautiful sway
in your hearts and homes forever. Never
be ashamed to show the demonstrations Of
love, for love is God and where it dwells is
the temple of God, whether it be rooted in
by thatch or canopied with royal splendor.
No home can be utterly unhappy where love
Is, no heart can so far astray held by loves
bands; no soul can perish upborne by the
wings of pure and steadfast love" So say
Ing, you would bid the wondering little ones
gocd-by and walk with covered face into
the Shadow of Deaths soft and dusky wing
-"Anlbern in Chicago Journal