The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-01-15

Why, she'd get it in a spoon, and hold
up the bottle and say, FRANKIE, are
you ready to take your medicine? and
l would say, No, no; I'm not ready
mother. not yet, then she'd come a
little closer, and maybe wait little
bit, and then she'd say again, frankie,
are you ready 70 take your medicine
now?' and I'd back away and say, No,
no. I'm not ready yet, not yet
Then she would come UP close, the
dear mother, and she would set down
her little foot hard and she would say,
Well sir, you get ready, right now,
then the next thing I'd know she would
have her hand at the back of my neck
and my nose in the air, and down
would go the medicine. Oh so bitter
and nasty! That's the way they used
to give medicine. They have new way
now. / saw a mother the other day
do it. She was a cunning little mother
she got a spoonful of nice syrup and
she made a little hole in it, and then
she shook some powder out of a blue
paper and put it in the hole in the
syrup, and covered it up. She called
the little boy and he opened up his
eyes big and said, oh, is that for me,
mother?' and she said, Yes, dear, all
for you; open your mouth.
Then the little fellow opened his
mouth like he was going to swallow
the earth, So and down went the
whole thing. medicine and all. When
she asked him if it was bitter, he said,
/, oh, no; it was nice Why can't we
give all our medicine like that? We
must not go at people with rush
and determination. We must approach
| them nicely, and spare then any pit
! terness that we can.
Particularly our children-poor lit
tie tender-hearted things-let us make
as many happy moments for them as
we can, and spare them the bitterness
! whenever we can. They will find, oh,
| so much of it when they get grown up.
Jesus was a great physician. He was
f, tender and loving and gentle always.
We ought to try and be like him.
! Why, don't you know that lots of
/ fathers can't tie up their little boy s
cut Anger They'll grab it up and
/ twist rag around it and make great
awkward bundle out of the poor little
! cut finger, and hurt it with being SO
rough, and the poor little fellow will
lscry, and then the father says, oh,
pshaw! and is mad and tells the boy
/ to hush up. The poor child knows what
! to do then-he hunts up his little
mother, and she takes all the great
awkward bundle off the poor little
/ finger and wrays it all up tenderly, and
| doesn't hurt him a bit.
"Oh, what a difference! I tell you.
my friends, we are working among
bruised and wounded men, and just as
| it takes tender, tactful heart to tie
up cut finger, 1t takes a tender
heart full of love and sympathy and
kindness to heal up the wounds and
cure the bruises.
Now this prodigal boy I spoke OF
was a wilful, headstrong, waywaro
fellow, and his father could not dc
anything with him. I'll tell you why
1t was because he didn't understand
him. 1t is the greatest thing In the
world to understand boys. I once knew
an Irishman who had fifteen or sixteer
children-as Irishmen always do-you
J Yankees have one poor little baby
maybe two, but the Irishman has &
colony, God be praisedI and he loves
them every one. This drishman ha6
so many children that he didn't know