The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1890-10-16
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INFLUENCE OF LOVE,
1t Makes Home Brighter and tho World
Better and Happier.

INFLUENCE OF LOVE,
It Makes Home Brighter and tho World
Better and Happier.
There is no possible "might have been"
of life's history so sad as the opportunity,
lost forever, at being kind to somebody
who is dead. There is no sorrow that
can match the sorrow of a heart which
recognized too late that it might have
been moro kind and loving to one whom
God hath taken. There is DO tear among
the many which mortal eyes might shed
which can blister and corrode like the
tears that fall when remembering harsh
words spoken or tender caresses with
held. 1t is 80 small o thing to say a
pleasant word instead of cross one, or
to give smile in place of a frown, and
yet how strangely reticent we are in such
matters. "Oh, she knows love her; /
can't be bothering to say so all the time p
says the husband, and meantime the heart
of his wife Graves the word that is never
spoken until its echo comes like ghost
to haunt the memory when death has
forever removed loves opportunity. 1t
is so little we can really do for one
another in the march of life We are
all under marching orders, and have
burdens to carry. There is no halt for
MONDAY dreams nor twilight rest 1t is
step, step, step-right onward through
dust and commonplace, without music or
banners or present glory, and yet to each
soldier has been given canteeu full of
never. failing water, cup of which ne
may profer with no fear Of diminished
store all the way through to the end of
the long march to the sea. Is our com.
rade discouraged? Do his feet fail and
his hands grow heavy? a cheering
word, loving service, friendly sugges
ton, born of the desire to help and en-.
courage, will revive him like sparkling
water in the desert heart. Such things
cost nothing, but not all the gold and
diamonds you could pack in your bundle
would match them for solace 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 it, you
can never replace. Ifyou lose your for
tune, pluck and industry will help relieve
it; if you lose your home you may rebuild
it; if you lose child, sister, or wife time
may send another dear one in their place
to teach you to forget; but OBJ, my dear,
if you love your mother, only heaven can
ever restore her to your arms. There is
no duplicate love to fill the place left
vacant by mother loss. See to it, chill.
dreu, that you surround her with loving
care while yet you have her With you.
So doing you shall assure to yourself
peace and comfort rather than long regret
and unavailing- sorrow in the near
future when she shall be gone from out
the dear old home forever. When her
presence shall have vanished from the
familiar rooms and in some grave out
yonder in Rose Hill sleeps all that is
mortal of the tired body that enshrined
so fondly, you will be glad to remember
that you we're dutiful and loving child
always, and never grew to be too old and
too big to be ashamed of the tender ex-
pressions of your love.
T am always panied, says writer in
the Chicago Herald, when visit fami.
lies wherein demonstration and sponta.
neity are ridiculed aud discouraged.
Well.ordered households where tears and
pettiDg are not allowed! Strong. minded
parents who are opposed to lullaby songs
at bedtime, and pack their babies off BY
themselves to suck their dear little scraps
of thumbs for company, and fall asleep
by clockwork rule and regulation! Such
training is al! wrong. 1t may make
spartans of the children, but this world
is more in need of lovers. Castir
discipline is all very we'll for prisoner
and barracks, but give us love at home.
Let the children fly to mother with their
bumped heads, and not go off to choke
down their tears in 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
awov and be braver for the memory.
/, here be outward demonstration of
low. then, even to excess. I tell you the
fruit will be none the worse for the prod.
igal blossoms. The apples in the bin are
good, but who would forego the splendor
of those orchard days when every idle
wind shook down petal, and every
breath We drew was perfume laden? By
and by, when the children are sll flown
away when some tired bits of feet have
been lifted off the ground and carried
into heaven; when some have wandered
far in strange lands, and some are lost
amid the shadows; when of the old home
there remains nothing but the memory,
like the perfume that clings to shatter.
ed vase, We will find lots of comfort in
the remembrance Of our fond and
foolish" love for one another. The
baby that mother rocked to sleep will
never be entirely sin defled the boy
whom father made 9 comrade of will
never walk quite out of sight in forbidden
paths; the girl whom little brothers and
sisters adore will never fall so low that
the plummet line Of tender memory can
not reach and save her.
Finally, my dear, and I wish I could
write what have to say ina fame of
gold across the sky, or ring it forth in
the notes of a silver bugle-it is love that
saves the world and keeps it like star
swinging in the orbit of Gods remem-
brance.
1t is love that reyives the wounded
heart and upliits the fainting courage.
tits love makes the home like heaven
and even drudgery blessed. 1t is love
that shines like star in the deepest night
and beckons like an angle hand from
every sorrow. It is love that will save
your boy when discipline and commands
are forgotten. It is love that will keep
your girl like Una among the lions. It
is love that will sweeten the cup which
mystic sorrow holds to your quivering
lips. It is love that shall make memory
yield roses rather than thorns. 1t is love
that, like strong wind, shall sweep all
at last into heaven.