The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-29

given in a different way, and it hurts
your heart hurts IL so that the wound
makes bruise, and you never forget il.
Some day you love man. Love him
as only woman can love To him you
offer your best. mentally and physically,
YOU JOY i'm being his slave. And the day
comes when ne tires OF YOU. You have
loved too much. My fried, if YOU want
TO be happy woman, have no strong emo
lions Let all your loves be placid ones
and then your heart viii never be hurt;
IL is true that the fullness Of life will
never come 10 you, but you viii be saved
so much pain, and that means so much
when you are a woman. And the bells
swing 10 and fro, and it seems just now
as it they were singing a merry sort
OF song, but they are not. 1t IS death
song. 1t is goodbye to ninety-hVe.
What have YOU lost in 80. At some
houses there stopped little white hearse
and took away a dead child and that
mother thought her grief the greatest.
Al some house no hearse waited, but chill
dren died TO those who loved them, died
SUCH deaths that their names are 10
longer spoken. To one woman - brought
a bridal veil: another il shrOuded in Grape
which is the happiest? And what VIII
come in 1852 Every year we hope Tor
something better and every year the same
Ola story repeats ~ sell. Ana we close
our eyes and see Solomon in all his glory,
and hear him say: There -s nothing new
under the sun Men die now, as then,
but not because they love women. MO-
men suffer because they are women, ana
the word woman equals the word fool.
And the days are no longer and no more
full OF sunshine than they We're thousands
of years ago. And we talk about our
knowledge and our great Inventions, and
We are as ignorant as the lowest OF the
slaves who stood around and waited on
the wise old Egyptians
We have a great cOuntry-we hear II
called that often enough to knOW-and yet
il is a country badly governed, and from
which not one-half of the good possible is
gained. We call ourselves a great peO-
pie, and yesterday found all our interests
in murder trial; tomorrow Will concen-
trate ii on the sneak thief, and the next
day on the professional liar. And of the
making Of books, there is no end. And
how many of them are worth reading
How many of us are saints? How many
Of us are sinners? And the bell tolls,
and seems to say, Not many! not many!
not manyr Well what are we to do?
Let US do the best We can. Start out
with the intention of making some one
soul happy each day in the year. Put
away all the mean little sins. Those are
the sins we women incline TO. Envy, mall
ice, hatred and all uncharitableness. Cul-
tiVate smiles not tears. Cultivate salts
faction, not discomfort Cultivate belief
in humanity. Never mind If you are de-
ceived once or twice or three times. Keep
on believing in people and being happy.
There is a deal of happiness to be got but
II needs looking after.
Take up your hand glass and look again,
Whlle 1 whisper something TO you.
happy woman, my friend, is a beautiful
woman. Malice makes wrinkles around
the lips and draws the corners OF the eyes
down so that they seem small. Hatred
gives hard look to the face. while UNI
you are merry, your eyes will brighten
and appear larger your lips will laugh
and be fuller, and no wrinkles will be
visible. Therefore, If for no other reas-
on but to keep your looks, a woman
ought to be good. Then. too, n woman
ought to be good because a man should
men, but L never heard of a man teach
ing another man to be loving and gener-
Gus. 1t is the women who make them
noble, strong and what they should be-
manly. Therefore, / want every woman
who, with me, is listening to the bells, to
be just as good as she can. and then she
viii be happy. l know she will; am sure
or II. No woman ever did what was
right without enjoying the sensation. 1t
doesn't make any difference whether she
was appauded by other people or not she
knew she had done right, and there came
content. That is beautiful state to be
in.
Poor old Ninety-hve! How soon YOU
will be forgottenl The woes and the
worries. the joys and the pleasures, will
be blotted out and every thought will
be given to the future. It's yours. this
white vellum, and has $3.50 snow-white
pages. What are you going to write on
each one? A prayer at the top. Then at
the foot Of each page there ought to be
. a thanksgiving, for no matter how bad
each day may have been it might have
been worse. There is a deal of satisfac-
ton in thinking that Eighteen ninety
six is here. The book is in your hand, in
mine ana in my neighbours. l am going
TO write in mine prayer taken from the
service of the Jewish New Years. 1t is
this: I'm the Book of Life may l be re-
membered and inscribed for happy life
and peace" 1t is a good prayer Write
it in your book. And then / will say to
you and your neghbor and the people
next door, God bless you and give you
a Happy New Year, and in the New
Year that you may have your hearts de-
sire is the wish of Bah