Connecticut western news., 1893-08-03
How sharper than . serpent's tooth 1t is To have thanklcss child!
CONTROL YOUR TEMPEF

But, on the other hand, too great rig or must be avoided. It is sad thing when domestic government becomes cold | military despotism. Trappers on the | prairie fight fire with fire, but you can not successfully fight your child's bad | temper with your own bad temper. We must not be too minute in our inspec- | tion. We cannot expect our children to | be perfect. We must not see every | thing. Since we have two or three faults ! of our own, we ought not to be too | rough when we discover that our chil- dren have as many. If tradition be true, when we were children we were not all little Samuels, and our parents were not fearful lest they could not raise us because of our premature goodness. l You cannot scold or pound your chil- dren into nobility of character. The bloom of child's heart can never be seen under cold drizzle Above all, | avoid fretting and scolding in the house. | hold. Better than 10 years of fretting \ at your children is one good, round, old | fashioned application of the slipperl l That minister of the gospel of whom we read in the newspapers that he whipped | his child to death because he would not ! say his prayers will never come to can l onization. The arithmetics cannot cal | culate how many thousands of children l have been ruined forever either through | too great rigor or too great leniency. | The heavens and the earth are filled | with the groan of the sacrificed. In this | important matter seek divine direction, ! O father, O mother. Some one asked the mother of Lord Chief Justice Mans I field if she was not proud to have three | such eminent sons and all of them so | good. "No," she said, it is nothing to be | proud of, but something for which to be ! very grateful" as | Again, there are many who are sacri- ficing their children to spirit of world liness. Some one asked a mother whose children had turned out very well what
 was the secret by which she prepared them for usefulness and for the Chris
 tian life, and she said: "This was the
 secret. When in the morning washed my children, 1 prayed that they might be washed i'll the fountain of Saviour's
 mercy When put on their garments, prayed that they might be arrayed in
 the robe of Saviour's righteousness.
 When gave them food, I prayed that they might be fed with mamma from
 heaven. When I started them on the
 road to school, prayed that their path
 might be as the shining light, brighter
 and brighter to the perfect day. When
 put them to sleep, prayed that they l might be enfolded in the SIaviour's arms"
 "Oh," you say, that was very old fash
 ioned." It was quite old fashioned. But
 do you suppose that child under such
 nurture as that ever turned out bad? TOO MUCH woRLDLINESS.
 In our day most boys start out with no
 idea higher than the all encompassing
 dollar. They start ill an age which
 boasts it can scratch the Lords Prayer
 on 10 cent piece, and the Ten Com
 mandments on 10 cent piece. Children
 are taught to reduce morals and religion,
 time and eternity, to vulgar fractions.
 It seems to be their chief attainment
 that 10 cents make dime, and 10 dimes
 make a dollar. How to get money is
 only equaled by the other art, how to
 keep it. Tell me, ye who know, what
 chance there is for those who start out
 in life with such perverted sentiments?
 The money market resounds again and
 again with the downfall of such people.
 If had drop of blood on the tip of 8
 pen, I would tell you by what awful
 tragedy many of the youth of this coun-
 try are ruined.
 Further on thousands and tens of thou
 sands of the daughters of America are
 sacrificed to worldliness. They are taught
 to be in sympathy with all the artifciali-
 ties of society. They are inducted into
 all the hollowness of what is called fash
 Onable life. They are taught to believe
 that history is dry, but that 30 cent sto-
 ries of adventurous love are delicious.
 With capacity that might have rivaled
 a Florence Nightingale in heavenly min-
 istries, or made the fathers house glad
 with filial and sisterly demeanor, their
 life is a waste, their beauty curse, their
 eternity demolition.
 | SLAIN AT THE ALTAR.
 In the siege of Charleston, during the
 civil war, q lieutenant of the army stood
 on the floor beside the daughter of the
 ex-governor of the state of South Caro-
 lima. They were taking the VOWS of
 marriage. A bombshell struck the roof
 dropped into the group, and nine were
 wounded and slain; among the wounded
 to death, the bride. While the bride
 groom knelt on the carpet trying to
 stanch the wounds the bride demanded
 that the ceremony be completed, that
 she might take the VOWS before her de-
 parture, and when the minister said,
 Wilt thou be faithful unto death?' with
 her dying lips she said, "I will" and in
 two hours she had departed. That was
 the accidental slaughter and the sac
 rifice of the body, but at thousands of
 marriage altars there are daughters slain
 for time and slain for eternity. It is not
 a marriage; it is a massacre.
 Affianced to some one who is only
 waiting until his father dies so he can
 get the property. Then little while
 they swing around in the circles, bril-
 liant circles. Then the property is gone,
 and having no power to earn a liveli-
 hood the twain sink into some corner of
 society-the husband an idler and sot
 the wife drudge, slave and sacrifice.
 An, spare your denunciations from Jeph-
 thah's head and expend them all on this wholesale modern martyrdom!
 I lift up my voice today against the sacrifice of children. I look out of my window on Sabbath and see a group of children-unwashed, uncombed, un- Christianized. Who cares for them? Who prays for them? Who utters to , them one kind word?
 THE STREET ARAB.
 When the city missionary passing along
 the park in New York saw ragged lad
 and heard him swearing, he said to him: My son, stop swearing! You ought to
 go to the house of God today. You ought
 to be good. You ought to be Chris tian." The lad looked in his face and said "Ah, it is easy for you to talk, we'll clothed as you are and we'll fed, but we chaps hain't got no chance! Who lifts them to the altar for baptism? Who goes forth to snatch them up from crime and death and woe? Who today will go
 forth and bring them into schools and