The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-13

you loScluGF,
In Lent
No smiles allure.
She looks demure
And like a nun all gowned in gray,
With modest mein.
And face serene
AS down the aisle she takes her way.
I upward look
From my hymn book
And wonder, as my pew she passes,
Can this be May,
This saint in gray,
Devout in penitential ashes?"
She looks intent
on prayerful bent,
Her thoughts are far from summer
beaches,
Her heart inclines
To Lenten shrines,
And rather psalms than tender speeches.
In other guse
/ saw her eyes
(Ah, summers gone and seasons spent)
o Time. how strange
You wrought the change
In May, my Summer girl, In Lent.
Alice Van Laer Carrick in Boston
Herald.
''If husbands only knew, or If knowing
only cared, how very much their words
ana manners affect the temperature of the
home world, they would never, by word or
deed, leave it enshrouded in gloom" ar
CUES Mrs. A. M. Marriott in an article en-
titled Praise Your Wife," in March Wo-
mans Home Journal. 'STo most wives the
husband is the sun around which every
thought revolVes. There is scarcely an in
N w ie fo1k
as she goes about her work, or even when
at rest. If she is preparing the meals. the
way John likes this or that or some re-
mark he has made about some article of
food is recalled to mind; If she looks about
her she sees his hats and coats hanging
on the hooks. and the hats invariably
wear the same expression Johns face wore
when he left in the morning; jolly, good
humored look, If he went away pleasant;
if angry, a gruff, defiant attend to-your-
business air takes the place of the so late
ly gentle pliable shapes In felt, and fairly
bristle with wrath over some trifle, but
still enough to obscure the sun in the little
world for many a. weary day, perchance
ere il is seemingly forgotten. :"
There is no true woman but will repay
her husband over and over again for kind
thoughtful treatment. He is ready TO call
her childish, and she may seem so to him /;
but one thing is sure, a woman never for
gets. All little deeds of love or thought
fulness sown by his hand yield a certain
and abundant harvest. She may love her
home better than any other spot on earth,
yet she sometimes gets SO weary of the
daily routine of never-ending duties that
fall to her lot that she cannot help an oc-
caslonal feeling of envy for those who
have more time for recreation, for going
abroad, for all the little things dear TO
the heart of every woman but which the
stern hand of duty most effectually debars
her from enjoying. Still. for all that. she
would not, for the whole world, exchange
places, even If she could, with any other
woman, leaving home and John-dear old
John-as the price of her freedom and
care If your wife has been a
faithful and true wife to YOU tell her So
Do not think it lowers your manliness any
to let her know that she still has place
in your affections. She has toiled early
and late for you and your children, through
sickness and health and self-denial has
grown up to be her motto. 1t takes but
little from her loved ones to make her hap
by, so do not begrucge her a word of praise
now and then as her just reward, and of
far more value to her starving heart than
gold There are some things which money
can never buy and wounds which it cam
not heal; but love levels all obstacles
overcomes all difficulties and immeasur-
ably sweetens life"
No woman should be without lemons on
her toilet table. They are about as neces-
sary nowadays as soap, so those VINO be-
lieve i'm them say.
"Lemons" exclaimed woman who be-
lieves in them religiously. "Why. I
wouldn't he without lemons a whole dav
for anything. l once heard of a French