The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1911-12-29


from your lips.
Did you ever stop to think that all of
the best things in life come without cost
to ourselves? They are given freely.
The things that in their value are without
money and beyond price are also in the
method of their acquisition without
money and without price. Every life is
rich in the measure that 1t has discovered
and possesses these treasures. A man
may pay many thousands of dollars for
the painting of a sunrise, and yet it will
never be nearly so beautiful, so inspiring,
so valuable as the sunrise ITSELF a spec
tacle which the poorest may enjoy with
out the expenditure of as much as
cent. All our works of art costly as
they may be, are but poor limitations of
the originals. which, while far exceeding
them in beauty, may be ours for the
taking.
If we will only look around us we will
see that there is not a person we meet,
but there is something loveable about-a
smile. motion, feature, voice, walk or
act All have some good trait. If they
have sweet voice, tell them that you
think so. and 1t will make them happier
and gain YOU friend. If thew have some
feature that you admire, or act or motion,
tell them and they will like YOU far bet
ter. Do you know that this is the true
way of gaining friends tell them of their
good traits, and leave them the bad for
them to find out? If we hear singer
and love her voice, tell her SO, and every
song will be sweeter because OF loved
one. If any one has pretty feature. for
there are manv unhappy and sensitive
about their looks. If any one has a
pretty walk or motion, say so. 1t hurts
us to be told of an ugly feature, act or
motion, but to be told that there is some
thing nice, pleasant and good about us,
raises us in our own estimation and in
ispires us to try to be more perfect. 1t is
not the truth that hurts. 1t is the cruel,
wilful, malicious tongue of envy and jeal-
ousy that hurts. There are men and
women-we all know them-thats are
living lives of complete sacrifices for
Others, and never hear one word of love
or praise for anything done.
into rainbows
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The man who is always telling about
his good character, should be careful to
always have it with him.
Poverty is uncomfortable. as we can
testify; but,Eine times out of ten the best
thing that can happen to Young man is
to be tossed overheard and be compelled
to sink or swim for himself
Although it is terrible misfortune to
lose home by fire, it is not nearly so
/ bad as losing the happiness of home BY
the dissipation, unfaithfuness or disgrace
of one of the members of the family.
Would you have your home a happy
spot? Then let only gentle actions be
found there. Let the husband press a
kiss upon the care worn brow of his
tired wife, who, amid her never ending
round of household duties, is sure to find
rest and encouragement in his love and
sympathy.
The word 'home' is only applied to
the habi,ations of men. Beast have lars,
and the birds have nestS-temporary
| abiding places, both of them Man
alone builds for permanency, and safe
housing for his loved ones and treasures.
A house is not home. You cannot
rear home with boards alone.
Every wife ought to know her husbands
income and that knowledge should be
the guide of her domestic expenses.
Better a dinner of herbs than a stalled
OK with hatred therein. Where a wife
makes up her mind to do her duty in this
respect she will brighten her little home,
and make it home of perpetual sun
shine
While living is the time to bestow your
love. DO not wait until the loving heart
has ceased its beating and the tired feet
are still to tell them that you love then.
What can they know of your words, {
love, and praise, and the tears of prieI?
Give me all of the love that you have
for me when am living. 1t will help
us TO bear the weary burdens that come
on so thick and fast. In the home more
especially is this true. The poor, tired
wife is the pack horse Without one
loving word, she tolls on day by day,
raises the little children cares for the
sick. until ii seems that her delicate form
could endure no more. Never comes a
word Of praise for trying to do her very
best. Yet there comes a day when the
feet go no more in the home, the voice
Is still, there is deep solemnity all over
the house. Something is gone. What
is it3 might say your pack horse-yet
| will use the name that should be the
sweetest, Darling Mother, has gone.
Life is blank; wife, my love, my life, has
left me! All, me! home will never be the
same that it has been; mother and wife
has LETT us. If you could only say also,
Il never gave her anything but loving
words of praise. and encouragement.
lifted every burden that | could from
her slender shoulders" Instead YOU
generally howl with grief because your
wife is gone, and there is no one to pack
all of the work on, or scold for every
ones faults.
There is not any hope for man when
he reaches the point where he is not
ashamed to have his mother know of his
meanneSS.
McCOmbS Claims MAJORITY