The Laclede blade., 1905-07-22
Some Evening Rsvsriss.

0d OF Time ana Whicn most surely pre-
serves it free from Sickness" writes
Humboldt, when asked the secret oi
his success. No employer will keeT
in his office drundard, gambler OF
a profigate, for the very good reason
that these vices not only debase the
body, but also glut> the mind with
thoughts of which business has no
part. Drink has become the curse OF
the world. Whole battalions of splen-
did young men who started in life
with glowing hopes have been swept
away by whiskey and rum.
In the close relations of members
of the same household and the con-
stant contact through long associa-
tion; there is apt to be a lack of the
friendly greetings and delicate atten-
tions which are given to visitors and
strangers in the household. Children
are commonly not trained to sweet
courtesies in their treatment OF par
ents and one another. Husband and
wife do not preserve their first Jgra-
cious care of each other. But thought
ful and loqing little services sweeten
home life and pour the oil of joy over
daily experiences. When a husband
or son is prompt and helpful In plac-
ing her chair to her table, what wom
an does not feel happier? An act of
courtesy cultivates in its performer
more appreciation and attachment.
The spirit which prompts little atten-
tions and the habit which preserves
them will Danish hard feelings, sharp
words and alterations that naturally
and easily come in times of difference
of Judgment or conflict of interest.
X
There are several hundred convicts
10 sl.e Missouri i,enitusstiarv Each
one is some mothers darling boy.
How they now doubtless long for the
home of their childhood! How many
hearts in seasons of trouble have
longed for the scenes of an innocent
childhood! A conscience burdened
with crime will, in calmer moments,
cleave to the rich fragrance of earlier
days when the sun shone so brightly
and the birds sang SO sweetly' and
when the little troubles could be
washed away with childish tears or
the blissful caress of a tender, loving
mother. 80, days of my childhood,
will they no more return to cool this
burning bosom with the breath of
peace!" Such has been the wall of
many breaking hearts and the echoes
will reverberate through the world SO
long as "life has passion" This is
the dismal cry that will render the
sweet test song of birds a series of dis
cordant sounds. Even into the dark
and gloomy prison cell will occasion
ally be waited the fragrance of the
flowers of childhood and holy desire
will steal into the heart and give a
moments sweet peace, taste of heav-
en-. 1t is when the sweet and cooling
springs of childhoc.d have been pollut-
| ed by the passions of the flesh that
we realize our thirst and strive in
vain to quench it. We dream of in-
nocent childhood, and through the
darkness OF a misspent life we see the
angel smile of mother and feel upon
our lips the breath of a loving kiss;
we lisp our evening prayer and re-
tceivea mothers benediction as we lay
our tired body upon the snowy couch
smoothed by a. loving hand-what
bliss, but what an awakeningl We
awake to tread our weary way to the
gaIlows or jail or to the haunts of vice
and mingle our wall of woe with the
vail of the multitude, and the process
siou Is ceaseless though some pass by
way Of the eros and leave . burden,
the accumulation Of yeAs, thus renew
mo thssr ~onth in the hasutifhl gun.