The Penn's Grove record., 1889-05-18
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MS Simple uuty III spite VI his teihPeo
tons, TO do differently, he deserves
credit for his doing. One has no need
to live long in this world, before find
ing out this truth. A bright little boy
about two and a half years old, recent
" showed that he apprehended it. He
was on the eve of doing something that
was very tempting to him.
"No, my son; you mustn't do that"
said his father.
The little fellow looked as If he would
like TO do it in spite of his fathers pro-
hibition; but he triumphed ver his in
clination, and answered resolutely:
Gan right, papa, 1 won't do it."
There was no issue there, and the
father turned to something else. The
boy waited q minute, and then said, in
o tone of surprised inquiry:
"Papn, why don't you feline, That's
a good boy?" :,
The father accepted the suggestion,
and commended his son accordingly.
A Just recognition of q child's well-do-
ing is a parents duty. even though the
child's well-doing ought not to hinge
on such a recognition. And, as with
little folks, so with larger ones. just
commend tion is everyone's due. Even
our Lord himself has promised to say,
"Wcll done, to every loved one Of his
who does well.-S. S. Times.
NEIGHBoRLY Condolences.
Neighborly condolences seem almost
ms intuitive to woman as does the be-
lief in o future state to the race.
1t Is SO natural, when overcome with
grief, or exalted with Joy to breathe
the sad or happy secret into the ear of
a friendly neighbor; and the trivial
everyday occurrences, too, are quite as
apt to be freely confided.
Possibly no harm may ever follow
this; but let there come the slightest
rupture in your friendship, and all the
secrets that you believed to be deeply
buried Tin q friends heart) will spring
up like grass after an early rain. Soon
everyone knows that your handsome
wardrobe is but the cast-off garments of
a wealthy aunt-that your husband is
so close as to your pin money that you
10 fancy work for a house down town
that potatoes cooked, save in a certain
way, Immediately produce a ''jar," etc,
etc.
With some. one such notifying ex-
perience will prove a sufficient warn
ing. Others will learn nothing. They
simply solace themselves by expatiat-
ing to neighbor b. on the perfidy of
neighbor A. Later to neighbor G. on
ncighbor b., and so on down through
the alphabet. In the meantime their
,lisaffection with neighbor A. has heal
ed and friendly relations are resumed.
Then follows another amusing waltz
and q tilt through the alphabet of neigh
bors.
Such ridiculous happenings natural
ncighborly condolences; and they
should be INDUCED in with caution.
Menuet has said, 'Friends are like
melons; to find one good you must a
hundred try; and the Chinese maxim,
''rhere are plenty of acquaintances, but
few real friends" seems to confirm this
thought.
But these facts should not produce a
wholesale cynicism and reserve regard
ing neighbors; for in them are often
found as true and tried friends as one
could wish, but they should teach us to
study and analyze characterize know
if back of the pleasing, friendly manner
there exists integrity of heart and a
fair measure of common sense.
This latter element of itself should be
Sufficient to keep us from repeating the
little condolences that O neighbor has
perhaps in an unwary moment-confid-
ed to us, ever though she did not label
each "a secret"
If a neighbor shows her false heart
by revealing to you things confded to
her-no matter if she does say, 81 know
you won't tell"-don't trust her. You
may be sure a "dog that will bring a
bone will take a bone"
Persons living together, or in close
proximity, need to be especially care
full lest an undue intimacy result disas-
trously. Be chary of those whom You
admit through your ''back door,
think how this or that would sound if
repeated, before giving it wings.
A Spanish proverb says: Measure
your cloth twice, for you a cut it but
so it would be wise for all, and
especially the naturally impulsive and
communicative, to reflect twice before
bestowing their condolences, for, once
breathed, they are beyond recall.
But, thank God, there = friends in
whom we may trust! Life would be a
blank if all the inner and deeper emo
tions of our hearts, together with the
lighter and more trifling experiences of
our everyday life, must be Theoretically
in our bosoms; but none are
doomed to such q fate. Only let us
choose with care, and then confide
with caution.