Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1896-09-30

tn 90 intn it alone. This fear can only |
be overcome by the wisest, gentlest
treatment. A nervous child should
sleep near enough its mother, or some
n else it loves, to be able to reach her
hand if it is restless and wakeful. OF
course it will be some bother, but you
will not regret it after twenty years
have gone. 1 have great sympathy for
the little boy, who, being told by his
mother to go to sleep in the dark, that
God and the holy angels would be with
him, replied: Eyes, l know it; but l
want somebody with a skin face Lit
tie human boy. He wanted human
companionsbip, something soft and
warm that he could feel.
Be very careful what stories are read
or told to your children. remember
distinctly the first time l heard the
story of Red Riding Hood Jas it used to
be served up to children. When the
place was reached where the wolf had
eaten the dear old grandmother, in my
excitement l begun to sob and
cry as though my heart were breaking.
| was only six years old, and it was a
long time before l got over the shock
and horror of it. We do not realize that
such stories are awful realities to chill
dren. The dreadful things with which
our dailv papers are filled should never
be discussed before the little ones.
Some parents tell their children the de.
tails of murders and Iobberies, and then
wonder why they are afraid to go alone
into a dark room.
When l think of the men who drink
and smoke from choice, and of the wo-
men who encourage them in it, our
fight against liquor and tobacco seems
we'll nigh hopeless. But when | see the
little children OF such parents, handi-
capped from birth with a bad heritage,
with weak wills and suffering bodies,
predisposed to spinal and hip disease,
st. Vitus dance and other ills, not only
suffering, but abused, beaten, starved,
neglected, at the mercy of men and
women crazy from drink, | feel that
something must be done, and | pray
God TO set apart my life for this part of
his service.
1 once spent some time in a children 3
hospital. Many of the little mes were
from d%runkards' homes, where they
had been neglected and abused until
their poor, little, pitiful faces would
have touched o heart of stone. But the
kindness they there received o. re-
vived the loving, tender child spirit
which had been SO crushed and cruelty
wounded. AT twilight n little suf-
ferer after another would join singing,
"Desus loves me-. dis l know"
Once upon q time a mother, worn out
with many cares, nervous from over
work and overanxiety for her many
children, ~overhearing her little son re
peat something bad, she requested heI
husband to whip him. When it was
over the little boy said, THAT is the
last whipping I'll ever get" And sure
enough it was, for in five weeks he wat
quietly sleeping in the cemetery. Blu
his mothers memory has never slep
through the long years that hav'
passed. She has heard that little sen
tence over and over and over, hundred
of times, THAT is the last whipping
III ever get" AT any time, in an,
place, she can hear it, and especial.
at night when she can not sleep. oh
my sisters, be very careful what yol
give memory to keep for you, for she |
very faithful. wish every parent be
fore whipping his child would go away
alone, and on his knees repeat thos'
blessed words, 'He hath not dealt will
us after our sins, nor rewarded us &c
cording to our iniquities. The Lord
very pitiful. and of tender mercy. B
We merciful. For with what measur
We mete it shall be measured to yol
again. MARY G. Glass Pasadena, Cal