The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-07-09
INFLUENCE OFLOyE.
IL Makes Home Brighter and tho xvo,,,,
Better and HappIer.

hoaU 10 no possible "might have
Ueen OF MES history so sad as the on
tpoacuniGy, lost forever, of being kind
10 somebody who is dead. There is nc
sorrow that can match the sorrow of Fa q
neart which recognized too late that il
LnlgnC nave been more kind and lovino
10 one whom God hath taken. Thara e
no tear among the many which mortal
eyes might she'd which can blister an,l
corrode like the tears that fall when
teniemperlng harsh words spoken or
Cenoer caresses withheld. 1t is SO small
cnln9 10 say pleasant word instead
VI VI cross one, or to give smile in place
OF a trown, and yet how strangely reti.
cent we are in such matters. "Oh. She
Knows love her; can't he bothering
10 say so all the time" says the husband
ana meantime the heart of his wife
Graves the word that is never spoisen
until Its echo comes like ghost to haunt
tne memory when death has forever re-
moved loves opportunity. 1t is so little
we can really DO for one another in the
march of life. We are all under marcbo
Ing orders, and have burdens to carry
There Is no halt tor noonday 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
mas been given canteen full of never
1alltng water. Il cup of which we NAV
pro1ter with no fear of a diminished
STORE all the way through to the end of
the long march to the sea. Is our C ON
MS hands grow heavy? a cheering
WORD, loving service, a friendly sug
gestlon, born of the desire to helD and
eneourge, will revive him like shark
ling water in the desert heat. Such
thlngS cost nothing, but not all the gold
ana diamonds you could pack into your
Dundle would match them for solace on
the long and dusty march that stretches
dor eacn one OF us between the cradle
and the grave.
:. There is one loss that, although Won
i've thousand years to mourn it. Won
can never replace. If you lose your for
Iune pluck and industry will help re-
lleVe IL; II you lose your home you NAV
rebuild it; if you lose child. sister or
Wlfe time may send another dear one in
thelr place to teach you to forget: but
on my dear, If you love your mother
only heaven can ever restore her to your
arms. There IS no duplicate love to fiji
tne place left vacant by mother loss
See to it then, children, that Won sur.
round her with loving care while vet
you nave her with you. SO doing You
Shall assure to yourself peace and com
1orC rather than long regret and una.
| waning sorrow in the near future when
She shall be gone from out the dear old
home forever. When her presence shall
nave vanished from the familiar rooms
ana IN some grave out yonder sleeps
al Ihat IS mortal OF the tired body that
sellishly and so fondly you will be glad
TO remember that you were a dutiluI
ana loving child always and never grew
To- De too old and too big to be ashamed
OF the tender expression of your love.
am always panied, says writer i'm
the Chicago Herald, when | visit fami.
lies wherein demonstration and spon
tanelty are ridiculed and discouraged
Well-ordered households where tears
ana pettlng are not allowed! Strong
minded parents who are opposed to l,il
iaDy songs at bedtime, and pack their
Daoles OIL by themselves to suck their
dear little Scrabs of thumbs for com
pany, and fall asleep by clockwork rule
ana regulation! Such training is ali
wrong. 1t may make Spartans of the
chlldren, but this world is more. in
need of lovers ''
Cast-iron discipline is all very well
ior prison and barracks, but give us
love at home. Let the children nv to
mother with their bumped heads and
not go of to choke down their tears in \
corner. By and by, when the storm of
years Is thick upon them, they will re-
member the bosom on which they went
their childish hurts away and be 6rayer
men Tor the memory. Let there be ont.
ward 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,
put VINO would forego the splendor of
Chose orchard days when every idle wind
shook down a petal, and every breath
we drew was perfume laden? BY and
by. when the children are all ilown
away; when some thired bits of feet
nave been lifted off the ground and car
RED into heaven; when some have wan |
aered far in strange lands, and some are |
iost amid the shadows; when of the old |
nome there remains nothing but the |
memory, like the perfume that clinps
10 shattered vase I'VE will find lost com |
fort in the remembrance of onr fond |
and foolish" love for OF another, The
oaoy that mother rocked to sleep will
never grow to be a very bad man. the
lips that mother kissed so often will
never be entirely sin-deiiled; the bow
whom father made a comrade of viii
never walk quite out Of sight in forbid
den paths; the girl whom little brothers
and sisters adored will never fall so low
that the plummet line of tender mem
ory cannot reach and save her.
Finally, my dear. and / wish | couId
write what l have to say in tlame of
gold across the sky, or ring it forth in
the notes of silver bugle--it is love
that saves the world and keeps il like a
star. Swinging in the orbit of Gods re-
membranes. 1t is love that revives the
wounded heart and uplifts the fainting
courage. 1t is love that makes home
IKE heaven and even drudgery blessed.
1T is love that shiaes like Il star in the
deepest night and beckons like an angel
mana from every sorrow. 1t is love that
Will save your boy when discipline and
commands are forgotten. 1t is love
that Will keep your girl like Una among
the lions. 1t is love that will sweete6
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 strong
wind, shall sweep all at last into heav.
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a MeddlesOme Postmaster