Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-06-05
FOR THE LADIES.
Bernard's Maxims.

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catholic Coiumhianl.
Relate net everything you know;
For le who does VIII often hear
What things he'd wish had neer been so,
Things painful to the heart and ear.
DO not all things that you can do;
For he who does all things he can.
VIII often ind grave cause to rue
The course in which his actions ran.
Relieve not everything you hear;
For he who trusts to all that's told,
win oft believe the inslncere,
And find his troubles manifold.
Give not away all things you own.
Nor reckIessy your substance spend;
The foolish waste till all is flown,
Then vainly strive, when late, TO mend.
Judge not all things that you observe,
Mans Judgment oft is very wrong;
Think kind of all and meekly serve
Your God TO whom we all belong.
fIt is said that the great St. Bernard,
The author of the Labyrinthus, had il hung
up in his cell where he could read 1t daily.
The Little Crusader.
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Motherhood Universal.
There was a touch of nature, delight
full huInan. woman nature, in that story
that came by cable from Spain about
the enrolment of the baby prince of the
Asturias in the military of the country
as common private soldier. 1t was just
the gentle and tender touch of mother
hood that shows the kinship of the en-
tire world at least in that respect, and
though it is now only little while since
the Spaniards, and though hearts are still
bleeding that were lacerated by the loss
of loved ones, and many a mother still
wears black for sons that were slain,
there is not a mother i'll all America
whose heart did not beat in unison with
that of the queen mother on reading the
pretty little story. 1t was a birthday
and thanksgiving celebration in one, and
the occasion was the first anniversary of
the birth of the little prince. OF course,
it was an elaborate affair, with all the
pomp and circumstance that royalty af-
fects on ceremonial occasion. The royal
family We're all assembled, and the Off
GERS and dignitaries of the nation were
there in the uniforms and regalia of
state. The King was there, and of
course the Queen, with the little mite of
humanity blinking with its funny little
eyes at the glory and splendor of it all. and
we can almost imagine him saying in the
wisdom of his babyhood, What silly
nonsense over such a wee bit of a thing
4
lest kind and of the most gorgeous char
acter had been provided for the central
figures OF tine whole affair-the baby
for was it not in honor of him and in
thankfulness for his safe progress
through the first perilous year of life they
were assembled? There were jewels most
rare and beyond price, for his decora-
ton, and a whole retinue of servitors and
nurses and attendants to escort him from
hn n chanel
the religious ceremony was to take place.
But did we not say the Queen mother
was there? 1t was in her arms and not
in the arms of any undertaking, that the
precious bundle of love was borne. and
here comes in the touch of delightful hui
mainly, for humanity can be most de-
llghtful when 1t wants to be. AT her
own request. or by her own volition, she
followed, instead of leading, the royal
procession. Assembled in the chapel, all
eyes were strained to see the magnln-
cence of the jewels and the lace-the
purple and fine linen-of the babe, as the
representative of the church extended his
arms for it. The wrappings of "the lit
tie bundle of love" fell away, and what
was revealed to the assembled court
4 tiny little soldier-without jewel and
without lace; no purple or fine linen
but Just the uniform of a common sol
der of the army of Spain.
1t Is described as moment OF great
joy for the royal father, as well it may
have been. His heir, the human minia-
ture of himself. the morsel of flesh and
blood that he hopes to see grow to pro-
portions fitting him for the throne, al
ready, in attire at least, enrolled by his
mother in the service of his country.
There was the mother idea in it from
the conception, in the execution, and in
the fruition thereof She wanted to
please her royal spouse, who, King
though he was, was still her husband
and the father of her precious boy, ''as
ladies should who love their lords" The
motherhood in her pointed out the one
way she could most delight him on this
occasion, and she followed the prompt
ings of that motherhood. To complete
the picture, as it were, the minister of
war of the nation insisted on imme-
diately enrolling the babe as the soldier
he represented himself to be by his uni
form. and soldier of Spain he is. Where
is there a mother in this or in any other
land whose heart will not warm toward
tie mother of that pretty baby who
father of that babe? Whether in cot
tage or in castle, in mansion or the
meanest home of poverty. wherever
there is a mother, there will be tender
thought for this woman in Spain who
sank the Queen in the mother on her
baby boys first birthday Ma
tional Daily.
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