The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-06-29

again steal across the flOOr,
Again | clasp my mothers form:
Again | feel her tear drops warm;
Again grasp my fathers hand;
Again feel my heart expand
Into that overwhelming sense
Or JOY too deep for utterance,
| But IT'S a romance often told,
A story that is sweet and old,
A tale that's found the worlds heart
warm
Since Jesus gave its deathless form;
And many heart with joy has burned
Above some prodIGal returned
So sweet that scene was unto me,
1t sheds balm through memory,
| a sort of kindly influence brought
To touch and gladden. every thought.
That night | slept within-O joy!-
The room | slept in when boy.
a golden dream came unto me;
thought the whole world was sea,
Whose breaking waves broke fierce
and high
Beneath Il black tempestuous sky.
Aud many life | saw go out;
And many wreck was strewn
about;
But safe amid the rush and roar,
stood upon happy shore,
A land that shone meath Heavens
smile,
\ sunny, green and peaceful isle,
On which the old house reared its
form,
An ark of safety in the storm;
| stood amid the breakers foam,
Secure upon the Isle of Home.
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If you would learn the serious
ness of life, and its beauty also,
live for your husband; do like the
nightingale to his domestic life;
be to him like the sunshine be.
tween the trees; unite yourself
inwardly to him, be guided by
him, make him happy and then
you will understand what is the
best happiness of life and will
acquire in your own eyes, worth
with God and with man. Woman
is designedly a companion and
helpmate for man. She can as
sist him in the affairs of a humble
home, or in the duties of public.
She is no less wOmanly when she
enters the various arts, sciences,
trades and professions than when
she graces only the domestic
circle. Successful men in public
or private life often owe much
of their success to the assistance
rendered them by their wives,
mothers, or sisters.
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The first word that a child
utters is apt to be "Mother," and
the old man in his dying dream
calls "Motherw "Motherw 1t
matters not whether she was
brought up in the surroundings
of city and in an affluent home,
and was dressed appropriately
with reference to the demands of
modern life, or whether she wore
the old-time cap and great round
spectacles and apron of her own
make, and knit your socks with
her own needles, seated by the
broad fire place, with great, black
logs ablaze on a winter night.
1t matters not how many wrinkles
crossed and recrOssed her face, or
how much her shoulders stopped
with the burdens of long life,
if you painted a Madonna hers
would be the face. What a
gentle hand she had when we
were sick. and what a voice to
sooth pain, and was there any
one who could so fill up the room
with peace and purity and light7
Aud what a sad day that was
when we came home and she
could greet us not for her lips
were forever still.
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We have seen signs that indi-
cate that gambling in various
ways is getting a fOOthold in the
community. Notice the effect of
this crime upon domestic happi
ness. 1t has sent its ruthless
| plowshare through hundreds of
families, until the wife sat in
rags, and the daughters were dis
! graced, and the sons grew up to
the same infamous practices or
took a short cut to destruction
across the murderer's scaffold
Home has lost all charms for the
gambler. How tame are the chill
dren's caresses and a wife's de-
votion to the gamblerg How
drearily the fire burns on the do
mestic HEARTH There must be
louder laughter, and something
to win and something to lose,
an excitement to drive the heart
/ faster and heat the blood and fire
the Imagination. No home, how.
ever, bright, can keep back the
gamester. The sweet call of love
bounds back from his iron soul
and all the endearments are con
sumed in the fame Of his passion
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We saw a picture of content
the other morning. happy DO!
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