The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1891-07-07
,NFLuENcg OF LOVE.
It Makes Home BriEhtsr and the World
Better and Happier.

Better and
There is no possible might have
been" of life's history 10 sad as the OPP
portunity, lost forever. of 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 more kind and loving
to one whom God hath taken, There Is
no tear among the many which mortal
eyes might shed which a blister AMI
corrode like the tears that fall when
remembering harsh words spoken or
tender caresses withheld. 1t is so small
q thing TO say a pleasant word instead
of q cross one, or to give a smile In place
OF a frown, and yet how strangely reti-
cent we r in such matters. "Oh, she
knows 1 love her; l can't be bothering
to say so 1.-THE timel" says the husband,
and meantime the heart of his wife
craves the word that Is never spoken
until its echo comes like a ghostto haunt
the memory when death has forever re-
moved loves opportunity. It Is 80 little
we cal really do for one another in the
march Of life. We are all under march
ing orders, and have burdens to carry.
There Is no halt tor MONDAY dreams
nor twilight rest. 1t is step, step, step
right onward through dust and com.
monplaCe, without music or banners or
present glory, and yet to each soldier
has been given a canteen full of never.
failing water. u cup of which we may
proffer with no fear Of a diminished
the long march to the sea. Is our COM
RADIO discouraged? Do his feet fail and
his hands grow heavy? a cheering
word, a loving service, a friendly sug-
gestion, born of the desire to help and
encourage, will revive him like spark.
ling 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 solace on
the long and dusty march that stretches
for each one Of rs between the cradle
and the grave.
There Is one loss that, although you
live a thousand years to mourn 1t, you
can never replace. If you lose your for
tune pluck and industry will help re-
lieve it; 1t you lose your home you may
rebuild 1t; If you lose child, sister or
wife time may send another dear one in
their place to teach you to forget; but
oh, my dear, If you love your mother
only heaven a yer restore her to your
arms. There is no duplicate love to fill
the place left vacant by mother loss.
round her with loving care while yet
you have her with you. So doing you
shall assure to yourself peace and com
fort rather than long regret and una.
vailing 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 sleeps
all that is mortal of the tired body that
enshrined a heart that loved you so I'M
selhshly and so fondly you will be glad
I'm ramaTnhpr that untp yynra n l,,kif,,I
and loving child always and never grew
to be too old and too big to be ashamed
OF the tender expression of your love.
l am always panied, says a writer in
the Chicago Herald, when l visit fami.
lies wherein demonstration and spon.
taneity are ridiculed and discouraged.
Well-ordered households where tears
and petting are not allowed! Strong
minded parents who are opposed to, lul-
laby songs at bedtime, and pack their
babies off by themselves to suck their
dear little scrabs of thumbs for COM
pany, and fall asleep by clockwOrk rule
and regulationl Such training is all
wrong. 1t may make Spartans OF the
children, but this world is more, in
need Of lovers.
Cast-iron discipline Is all very well
for prison and barracks, but give us
love at home. Let the children fly to
mother with their bumped heads and
not 60 off to choke downtheir tears in a
corner. By and by, when the storm of
years Is thick upon them, they will re-
member the bosom on which theyy-w weepeS
their childish hurts ava, and be brayer
men for the MEMORY. Let there be- out.
waafd demonstration Of love, then, even
to excess. L tell you the fruit will be
none the worse for the prodigal bios.
sons. The apples in the bin are good,
but who would forego the splendOr of
those orchard days when every idle wind
shook down q petal, and every breath
we drew was perfume ladenp BY and
by. when the children are all flown
away; WHEN some thired bits of feet
have been lifted off the ground and car
ried into heaven; when some have wan
dered 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 ashattered vase,we will find lost COM
fort in the remembrance of our fond
and foolish" love for n another, The
baby that mother rocked to sleep will
never grow to be u very bad man; the
lips that mother kissed so often will
never be entirely sin.defled; the boy
whom father made a comrade of will
never walk quite out of sight In forbid.
ucu pdtuSS tu0 girl WuCm llCClo DrOClGrS
and sisters adored will never fall so low
that the plummet line of tender mem
DRY cannot reach and save her.
Finally, my dear, and :. wish 1 could
write what / have to say in flame of
gold across the sky, or ring 1t forth in
the notes of a silver bugle--it is love
that saves the world and keeps 1t like a
star. Swinging in the orbit Of Gods re-
membrance. It Is love that revives the
wounded heart and uplifts the fainting
courage. 1t Is love that makes home
like heaven and even drudgery blessed.
1t Is love that shines like a star in the
deepest night and beckons like an angel
hand from every sorrow. 1t 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. 1t is love that shall
make memory yield roses rather than
thorns, 1t Is love that, like a strong
wind, shall sweep all at last into heav-
en-.
Fell Into the Glowing Crater.
ROME, July 2.--Vesuyius, has renewed
its volcanic activity, and the torrent of
lava rushing down the mountain side is
rapidly increasing In volume. Yester-
day two Brazilian tourists assembled the
mountain, and had just reached the sum
NIT and were IN tho varua Of