Delaware gazette and state journal., 1896-01-02

/ told you he was sensible saint. In
with the ninth commandment may he
road the order forbidding the telling Of
a secret, the saying of ncalicious
things, the being glad to hear i'll of
Others, and the giving to a bad servant
good character Isn't my saint prac-
tical? Then, with the tenth command
ment, We are warned against being dis.
contented with what we have, and we
are advised against being annoyed at
the sight Of beauty or gold possessed
by others, or course, he said a great
many other things, but thesa are the
ones that ] specially remember.
NEW RESOLUTIONS.
And while the bells are tolling, / am
trying to think how best to keep the
book OF the now year free from tho
black marks that mean mistakes. And
the law and the prophets are summed
up in this. Thou shalt love thy neigh
bor as thyself. Do we? Is it love
that induces you to tell me a witty and
malicious story about my neighhorY
Ie it love that induces you to hurt me
to the heart as you tell me of fault
in some one that | love? Is ii love that
impels me to answer you in an ugly,
aarcastic way? And to attempt to lessen
that which seems TO you to be very
greatp 1t is a miserable, poor love, il
you call it that. | wonder when we all
are to be Judged whether much will be
forgiven because OF real love-it seems
to me it will. Women all the world
over make their love their life, and
starve themselves, sometimes mentally,
sometimes physically, because of it;
deny themselves much for dear loves
sake and then are hurt by ii. 1t isn't
wise to love too well. Love child; (;
some day it strikes you. The blow
| doesn't hurt. 1t is given with the soft
aud of child, but too often the day
comes in the future when the blow IS
given in different way, and it hurts
your heart; hurts it so that the wound
makes bruise, and you never forget it.
Some day you love man. Love him
as only woman can love. To him you
offer your best, mentally and physi-
cally; you joy in being his slave. And
the day comes when he tires of you.
You have loved too much. My friend,
if you want to be happy woman, have
no strong emotions. Let all your loves
be placid ones, and then your heart
will never be hurt. 1t is true that the
fulness of life will never como to you,
but you will be saved so much pain,
and that means so much when you are
a woman. And the bells swing to and
fro. and it seems just now as il they
were singing merry sort of song, but
they are not. 1t is death song. 1t is
GOODBYE TO NINETY-FIvE.
What have you lost in ninety five?
AT some house there stopped little
white hearse and took away dead
child, and that mother thought her
grief the greatest. At some house no
hearse waited, but children died to
those who loved them, died such deaths
that their names are no longer spoken.
To one woman ninety-tive brought a
bridal veil; another it shrouded in
crepe-which is the happiest? And
what will come in ninety-siXY Every
year we hope for something better,
and every year the same old
story repeats itself. And we close
our eyes and see Solomon in all
his glory, and hear him say
"There is nothing new under the sun. "
Men die, now as then, but not because
they love women. Women suffer be-
cause they are women, and the word
woman equals the word fool. And the
days are no longer and no more full OF
sunshine than they were 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 cid Egyptians.
We have great country-we hear il
called that often enough TO lsnow-and
yet it is a country badly governed, and
from which not one-half of the good
possible is gained. We call ourselves a
great people, and yesterday found all
our interests in a murder trial; to-
morrow will concentrate it on the sneak
thief, and the next day ON profess
sional 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 many'
WELL, WHAT ARE WE TO DoP
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 10.
Envy, malice, hatred and all unchari-
tableness. Cultivate smiles, not tears
Cultivate satisfaction, not discomfort.
| Cultivate belief in humanity. Never
mind il you are deceived once, twice
or three times. Keep on believing in
people and being happy. There is a
deal of happiness to be got, but it
needs looking after.
Take up your hand glass and look
again, while | whisper something to
you. A happy woman, my friend, 10. a
beautiful woman. Malice makes
wrinkles around the lips and draws
the corners Of the eyes down so that
they seem small. Hatred gives a
hard look to the face, while un-
charitableness causes wrinkles. But
II 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 reason but to keep your
good looks, woman ought to be good
Then, too, woman ought TO be good
because man should have something
to look up to. like men, but never
heard of man teaching another man
10 be loving and generous. 1t is the
women who make them noble, strong
and what they should be, manly. There
fore, want every woman who, with
me, is listening to the bells, TO be just
as good as she can, and then she will
be happy. | know she will; l am sure
of it, No woman ever did what was
right without enjoying the sensation.
Ii doesn't make any difference whether
she was applauded by other people or
not, she knew she had done right, and
there came content. That is beauti-
full state TO be in.
Poor old Ninety-five! How soon you
will be forgotten! The woes and the