The daily critic., 1890-09-23

al hhNNA AAtNANnAuB Nlutlaf anu nANt
burdens to carry. There Is no halt for
MONDAY dreams nor twilight rest. II
Is step, step, step-right onward through
dust and commonplace, without music
OF banners or present glory, and vet to
each soldier has been given a canteen
full of neverfailing water a cup of
which we may proifer with no fear of
diminished store all the way through TO
the end of the long march TO the sea.
is our COmrade discOuraged2 Do his
feet fail and his hands grow heavy2 A
cheering word, loving service,
friendly suggestion, born Of the desire
TO help and encourage, will revive him
like sparkling water in the desert heat.
Such things cost nothing, but not all the
gold and diamonds you could pack into
your bundle would match them for so
lace on the long and dusty march that
stretches for each one Of us between
THE CRADLE AND THE GRAVE.
There Is one loss that, although you
live thousand years to mourn Il, you
can never replace If you lose your
fortune pluck and industry will help
retrieve Il; II you lose your home you
may rebuild II; II you lose child sister
or wife time may send another dear one
In their place 10 teach you TO forget,
but oh, my dear, II you love your
mother only heaven can ever restore
her to your arms. There Is no duplicate
love 10 ill the place left vacant by
mother loss. See 10 Il then, children,
that you surround her with loving care
while yet you have her with you So
doing you shall assure 10 yourself peace
and comfort rather than long regret and
urnvailing sorrow In the near future
when she shall be gone from out the
dear old home forever. When her
prcst nee shall have vanished from the
familiar rooms and
IN SOME GRAVE OFT YONDER
In Rose Hill sleeps all that Is mortal Of
the tired body that cnshrIncd a heart
that loved you so unseltishly and so
fondly you will be glad 10 remember
that you were a dutiful and loving child
always and never grew 10 be too Old and
too big 10 be ashamed of the tender ex-
preston Of your love.
] am always panied, says O writer In
the Chicago Herald when | visit faml-
lies wherein demonstration and spon.
ianeliy are ridiCuled and discouraged
Well.oTdered households where tears
and petting are not allowed Strong
minded parents who are opposed 10 lula
by songs at bedtime and pack their babies
OIL 10y themselves 10 suck their dear
little scraps of thumbs for company,
and fall asleep by Clockwork rule and
regulation Such training Is all wrong.
II may make spartans of the children,
but this world is more
IN NEED OF LOVERS.
Cast,iron discipline Is an very well
for prison and barracks, but give us
love al home. Let the children fly 10
mother with their bumped heads, and
not 60 of 10 choke down their tears In
d corner. BY and By, when the storm
OF years is thick upon them they will
remember the bosom on which they
wept their childish hurts away, and be
hTaver men for the memory. Let there
be outward demonstration Of love, then,
even 10 eXcess-I tell you the fruit will
be none the worse for the pTodigal bios
SONS. The apples IN the bin are good,
but who would foTegO the splendOr Of
those orchard days when every idle
wind shook down a petal, and every
breath We drew was perfume laden3 BY
and by when the children are all tiOWn
away when some tired bits of feet have
been lifted of the ground and
CARRIED INTO HEAVEN;
when some have wandered far fn strange
lands, and some are lost amid the shai
OWs; when Of the old home there re-
mains nothing bur the memory, like the
| perfume that Clings 10 a shattered vase
we will end lots Of comfort in the re-
mcmbance Of our fond and foolish
love for one another. The baby that
/ mother rocked 20 sleep will never grow
10 be a very bad man; the lips that
mother kissed So often viii never be
entirely sin dedledi the boy whom
| father made a COmTade of viii never
walk quite Out 0f sight in forbidden
paths the girl whom little brothers aud
sisters ad0Ted will never fall So low that
| the plummet line Of tender memory can
not reach and save her.
Finally. my dear, and wish / could
Brlie what ] have No. say in lame Of
gold across the sky OF ring ID forth I'm
tie notes of a silver bugle-it Is love
that saves me world and keeps a Ike a
star
sWTNGNg IN THE ORBIT or cons RE-
MEMBRANCE
| Il Is love that reyiYes the wounded
AE4LL ana 4IiAts ALI AalAtlAE NuAAa-es
/ II IS love that makes home Ike Heaven
and even drudgery blessed II Is love
that shines like q star in the deepest
night and beckons Ike an angel hand
from every sOTroW. IL Is love that will
save your boy when discipline and COM
mands are forgotten. 10 Is love that
viii keep your Girl ike ma among the
lions. IJ IS love that viii sWeeteu the
cup which mystic s0rroW holds 10 your
/ quiyeTing lips IL Is love that shall
make memory yield roses rather than
| th0Tns IL Is love that like a strong
wind shall sweep an % last into
I Heaven.