The Washington herald., 1909-08-01

place which home-love has made sacred.
A home for US. above the bright. blue
sky" is only a veiled room OF the little
heaven below. For its glory and IT'S
sweetness have already been foreshedow-
ed in the lesser home before.
l2l Thomas street northves,.
A true home IS a little fragment Of
heaven. not with heavens perfect purity
and perfect happiness but having In Il
something OF heavens love, a prophecy
at least Of the full life Of love In ths
Fathers house beyond the shadows.
l22 Twelfth street northwest.
Sweet is the smile Of home. the mutual
look
When hearts are Of each other sure;
Sweet all the joys that crown the house
hold work
The hearts Of all affections pure.
o happy housei and happy servitudel
Where all alike one master own,
Where daily duty. in Thy strength
pursued.
Is never hard or tonsome known;
Where each one serves Thee meek and
lowly.
Whatever Thine appointments be.
When they are done as unto Thee.
With the same little heaven and homs
begin,
And the words dwell together IN the
mind
For they who would a home in heaven
win
Must first heaven IN homo begin to
find"
JOSEPH LANCE
The charm OF a happy. peaceful home
appeals 70 every one. What IS the secret
OF such home? The loving heart OF the
neither. What had she done? Her radi-
ant smiles. beaming good hurnor, the tact
Of divining what every one felt and every
one wanted. told that she had got out OF
SELF and learned 10 think Of others. 80
that at one time lt showed Itself BY
smoothing an invalid's pillow. at another
by soothing a sObbing child. at another
by humoring and softening a father who
had returned weary from the Irritating
cares Of business. That was the secret
OF her heavenly power IN the home. The
one who viii be found In trials capable OF
Ereat acts Of love is ever the one who is
always doing the considerable small ones
IN the home. Miss ZERILDA LOGUE.
&2i street northwest.
Md pleasures and palaces though wa
may roam,
Be it ever 50 humble. there's no place like
home
charm from the skies seems 20 hallow
US there
Which. seek through the world, is ne'er
met with elsewhere.
Home home. sweet. sweet hOmsi
There's no place ike homel
An exile from home. splendOr dazzles IN
vain:
Oh. give me my lowly thatched cottage
again,
The birds singing gayIy. that come at my
CALI
Give ne them. with the peace OF mind
dearer than all
How sweet It's to sit meath fond faith
eTs smile,
And the earess Of a mother to sooths and
beguiie.
Let others delight mid new pleasures to
roam.
But give. oh. give me the pleasures OF
homel
To thee IL return. overburdened with
care.
The hearts dearest solace viii smile on
NE there.
No more from that cottage again win
roam;
Be it ever so humble. there's no place Ike
home
Home! homel sweet. sweet honsi
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!
John Howard Payne
lEs7 Irving street
The house or every one IS TO him as his
castle and fortress. as well for his de-
fcnse against injury and violence as Cor
his repose.-Sir E. Coke.
EDNA Bennett.
ISIS Eighth street novthwest-
The angry word suppressed. the
Taunting thought; subduing
And subdued the petty strife
Which clouds the color OF
Domestic life; the sober comfort
All the peace which springs
From the large aggregate
or little things
on these small cares OF
Daughter, wife, or friend
The almost sacred Joys
or home depends.
-E1dUudn MOrA
Nh. CLARPHINIA SMITH
Tls Morton street.
Already the shadows OF evening begin
to fall. The weary laborer puts down
his tools, the business man closes his
desk, the great official affixes the last
Signature and as each reaches for his
nat the cares and worries that have har-
rassed the day temporarily disappear and
the faces OF all gladly turn toward one
Mecca-home. Home, one Of the sweetest
words, spoken In every tongue and with
It's own sacred meaning 10 every heart!
What ambition 50 royal so high as that
OF making home. OF creating an attrac-
tive shrine al the altar OF which one may
lay his dearest gifts? -Four walls do not
make a home, nor does the rambling,
rose-covered cottage, nor the imposing
town house. nor the beautiful summer
villa. and yet any one OF these NAV ba
that holy Of holes. For homo Is where
the hesrt Is; where, lowering like a
oroooing angel. is the spirit Of peace and
Fellowship and love. And TO the glory OF
our land can IL be said that our laws our
society, our people. count him the great
est sinner who ruthlessly DESTROYS thu
sanctity or the nations bulwark-home,
the first word in that great trio-home.
happiness. heaven MABEL Z BAILEY.
l79 Columbia road.
Home should be mans sanctuary OF re-
pose. This refuge. consecrated by love,
halowed by sorrows, cemented by unity