The Washington herald., 1909-08-01
THE OPTIMIST COLUMN
Continued From Pago 2.

Joy and remember some incident OF our
home-making. A. E R.
In all my wanderings round this world
Of care,
In all my griefs-snd God has given my
share
still had hopes my latest hours to crown.
Amidst these humble bowers to lay me
down;
To husband out Iife's taper at the close,
And keep the fame OF wasting by repose;
SIN had hopes. for pride attends us still.
Amidst the swains 10 show my book
learned skill.
Around my fire an evening group 70 draw,
And tell OF all / felt. OF all saw;
And as a hare whom hounds and horns
pursue
Pants to the place from where at first she
flew,
I stu had hopes. my long vexations past,
Here TO return-and die at home at last
Goldsmith.
MAE Il. SHAW.
II North Carolina avenus
Home is the bidng place OF all that is
holy In mans existence. as from his
castle he peers without. he guards a
peace within second only to a domicile
above; pattering feet 10 him are as the
hoof-beat OF the winged chariot's charger;
his childhood. humble or gorgeous. IS
painted on his memory with a pigment as
imperishable as the soul: the parental
concern of those days floats before him
as fairy fancy now. and the kindly
miaistrations OF his progenitOrs seem
sparse patches OF goldenrod on the way
side Of time: a mirage Of mother fills his
ho n~ao N oF fu
children. and each brings 20 him a larger
fondness for home and its associations.
Bless the home. C. A. BREWToN.
i6 S street northwest.
IN the quality Of the homes OF the ma
ton abides the nations destiny.-Holland.
r L JONES.
722 Twelfth street northwest.
0. I have roamed DER many lands.
And many friends I've met.
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
But mid pleasures and palaces though
we may roam.
Be II ever so humble, there's no place
like home
And home Is home. though IL be never
so homely.
EMMA NJ. DOwDEN.
. K street northeast.
A quiet healthy home. presided over BY
a thrifty. sweet-tempered woman. may
be the abode OF comfort, Of virtue, and OF
happiness. II may be the scene Of every
enobling relation in family lifc. 1t may
De endeared to a man by many delightful
memories by the affectionate voices OF
his wife. his children, and his neighbors.
Crs.rt hof.a etrIff Ia tarra ~Fal
a mere test Of common instinct, but as q
training ground for young immortals-
a sanctuary for the heart. a refuge from
storm, a sweet resting place after labor,
a consolation In sorrow. a pride In suo-
cess, and Joy az all times.
The sober comfort. all the peace which
springs
From the large aggregate OF little things
On those small cares OF daughter. wife
or friend.
The almost sacred Joys Of home depend.
II More.
MALCOLM D. LAMBoRNE
SI Fourteenth street northwest
'Blest be that spot where cheerful guests
retire,
To pause from toll. and trim their even.
ing fire.
Blest that abode where want and pair
repair.
And ever stranger finds a ready chair;
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty
crown'd.
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh az the jests or pranks that nevel
fail.
or sigh with pity at some mournful tale
or press the bashful stranger 20 his food
And learn the luxury Of doing good.
Miss MARIE II. BOGDHAN.
s55 North Carolina avenue southeast
There are three little crippled boyi
very near us: the eldest. eleven years old
was sent by some kind friend 10 tn,
Children Hospital thinking 10 do hin
good while there, he become worse, anC
pined 90 much they brought him home
where ~ last he is happy, because h
Z is unrestricted and can crawl aroun(
from room to room with his brothers
over the door Of the best room hangs th,
inevitable bristol-board framed work
God bless our home" but II Is the key
note Of this country home which IS al
the little fellows have ever known, ant
they are always happy when playing
around this pretty yard. where they hav,
their own vegetable and flower garder
and take as much pride IN them as though
they were costly grounds.
CICELT CLAUDE
Che7y Chase. Nd.
Have you ever watched a gray-beardeC
traveller along lifes dusty highway as h,
uttered the simple words, I'm goint
home?" Have you seen his eyes ligh
up his step grow buoyant and his Who'll,
being become restless with excitemen
and expectancy as he thinks OF the com
ing evenings by the old freside where h,
and his memories can be alone together
Perhaps his boyhood home is now occu
pied by his children and grandchildren
but. nevertheless. Il is home II Is wher,
in his youth he dreamed his dreams anC
/ hoped his hopes, where he brought hi
young and blushng bride IN the frs
flush Of manhood, where his children
were born, and now where hts life's part
ner lies buried No other spot. no mat
ter how gilded. no matter how spacious
is quite like that Every tree, every bust
Is known 10 him. and a quiet tear starts
TO his eyes as he gazes on the gnarleC
old rose-tree from which he cut the bios
! som on the day that he brought hi
young wife home and beneath who's
] boughs they spent the springtiue OF thei
| love- His recOllections are not like thl
| homes Of nowadays. when each Is fo
himself. and money god of all In hi
/ day peace lowered on angel wings eve
ready TO dethrown strife, and seif-sacri
| fee and loving service for others wer
the keynotes 10 which the whole home lif
was pitched. No god but the heavenl,
Father was reverenced, and the swee
way In which His day was kept IS tn
| brightest memory OF all. All love, al
| happiness. all content. all cheerfulnes
under crosses. All, that is home worth!
the name. MARION G. BARKER.