The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1909-01-29
Home. Circle


A great helper 10 gladness is a hap
by home. Many Of us would never
be able day after day, to face its
struggles, it's duties, it's %antagonismS,
were it not for The renewal OF strength
which W. get in our home. a true
home is d little fragrant OF heaven let
down on earth to inspire us with pa
thence and strength for the way.
Home is the greatest school OF life.
Few a receive the honorS OF a col
lege education, but all are graduates
of home. The learning of the univer-
Sity may fade, its knowledge may
shoulder in the hall Of memory, but
the simple lessons of home impressed
upon the hearts OF childhood. defy
the rust of years and outline the vivid
picture of life, Mid pleasures and
palaces we iuay roam. BE it ever SO
humble, there is no place like home. "
Ii there is herriSm in the field there
is equal herOiSm in many a nome
which the world knows nothing ABOUT,
which only the angels see. There are
fathers who grandly struggle against
the tide of fate, and never lisp the
secret of their despair, whose young
dreams have all faded, but who pa
tiently bear their allotted burden
with what tries to be resignation.
There are noble ONE whose dOmeS-
tic Affections would crush them if
they were not heroineS, who silently
suffer and make the most OF their
disappointed years. They sing in
the minor key, but still they sing,
and so the world thinks them happy
when they are only brave.
There are men whose nightly re-
turn TO their homes always mean
needless misery to their Households.
They find fault with their dinners,
with their household bills, with the
children, and with everything else.
They make sarcastic remarks that
burn and scarify the sensitive souls
of their wives. They carry home the
worries Of business. They take it
out" of their families for everything
that has gone wrong in the day S
work, and some are towards enough
to revenge upon the innocent and
helpless those wron S and atfrontS
which they have not had courage to
resist and resent upon the offender.
Where is my boy tonight? You are
his father or mother, and IL you de-
sire to lay your hands upon your boy
within five minutes any night, you
wouldn't know where to find him.
He's on the street somewhere, or at
the railroad depot jumping on freight
trains, but just where, with whom,
in what engaged, what plotting or
what executing for the shrewder mes
who plot for him, you could not tell
for the life OF you. He has a good
home and he ought to be there at
night. He desires to be somewhere
else with the boys. and you lack the
moral courage to insist that he shall
be where he should be. You hope
tiat he will escape the pitfall, but you
know the chances are against him.
Why don't you do the boy the kind
ness to keep him home nights? The
time will come when he will thank
you for it or reprOach you for not do
ing it.
Our home is like a calm summer
evening or a bright, fresh spring
morning, because tho mistress is full
of restful sympathy, or her mind of
bright fresh interest in those around
her. Another home is a guSty, stormy
morning or a fog laden afternoon,
when the darkness a be felt, be-
cause the woman who makes its at
mOSphere is capriciouS, haSty and i'll
tempered, or dull and heavy, and
careless Of the comfort Of those who
depend upon her, and incapable Of put
ting brightness and warmth into the |
hearts of those around her because
there is none in her heart. Let those
who are step-motherS look to it that
they keep hearts at leisure from
themselves to sooth and Sympathize, +"
to create a reStful atmosphere for
those who come in tired and weary |
from the outside and to keep light and
brightness alive in their own minds, |
that they may shed them over every
one who dwells beneath her roof or
who sits beside their hearth.
The Old Wnman