The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-08-22
MOUNT HOLLY BURLINGTON COUNTY TUESDAY

no notice, was baby on his mothers
knee more than century ago l
wonder if his mind, which seems asleep
now, holds the pictures of the past, of
the round of years during which
nations have marched to liberty and
marked off century of progress.
Does he remember how steam and
electricity have flashed the world on
ward? How labor has been lightened
by invention and genius has outdone
the fairy lore of his far-otf childhood?
Alasl with all this there is poverty
and pain, which no invention Of genius
has ever been able to make easy or
abolish.
In a room full of old ladies one was
reading a prayer, to which all the
others responded. They kept their re-
ligion and its ceremonies closely inter-
woven with their lives.
We remember how men in all ages of
the world, in critical moments have
sought the advice OF old women. The
sibyls and seers, who are not all dead
yet either gave them advice out of the
wisdom of their experience, or humored
the superstition of philosophers up to
the top of its bent
What bits of experience you could
piece together in your crazy quilt of life,
my withered DANES, in your little black
capsl Once in awhile we detect light
in your eyes which tells that the dreams
are not all over yet.
We are glad you are comfortable in
E. Al,
you the heart has also put on its winter
clothing, swathed itself, so to speak, in
hannel-a1 the loves and hopes and
ambitions wrapped within, caring only
for bit of warmth and comfort.
Some have fought hard battles with
life and been defeated, and have ex-
tracted the bitterness out of it, instead
of the sweets.
The uses we make of adversely are
strangely pictured in the face. Usually
they leave deep shadows. Sometimes
God puts in the high lights
Many of these old people are crooked
sticks, not easy to bind into bundles.
But in time they all learn to obey the
rules which have been adopted with
great care for the good of the majority.
While these institutions are among
the fairest monuments raised to Chris
tian civilization, without which we
shudder to think that many of our
aged poor would be houseless and com
fortress, yet in contrast to these we
place another picture, ''the ineffable,
eternal aristocracy Of home" The dear
old grandsire sits by the fire, and is still
consulted for his wisdom and expe-
rience. The grand-dame, domestic, and
cheerful and coy as the family tea
kettle which sings upon the hearth.
Surrounded by their descendants, with
still tender interest in the things
around them and blessed hope for the
things beyond.
Love and happiness do make such a
difference in life. Whatever is lost or
won, love is the only thing worth gar
nering for the winter of time, and how
thirsty every soul is for draught Of
affection.
A basket of fruit was brought on a
Christmas morning to one of the old
women sick in the hospital. Her simple
gratitude was quite affecting.
Though l don't want for nothin' at
all" she said, ''yet it makes the heart
warm to know that some one thinks
o. me lynn here" She might have
added:
" Like some poor Arab old and blind,
The caravans have left behind"
Lizzie York Case, in Detroit Free Press.