The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1912-06-28


for the constant incentives to noble living
for the perpetual reminder that you do
not live in yourself alone; for their sakes
you are admonished to put from you
the debasing appetite, the unworthy
lives every noble and heroic quality,
every tender and attractive grace.
For home to be home in the high
aest sense of the word, and not merely
place to sleep in and eat, each member
must contribute his or her share. There
must be forbearance, sympathy and love.
A great deal depends on the parents.
They should in the early childhood Of
their children endeavor to teach
them to make home the dearest place
on earth. The aged live more in the
past than in the present. Their reveries
are principally of their boyhood and
girlhood. How necessary then that
these days be made happy that their
reveries may give them pleasure. 1t is
not perfect home where the inmates
hold themselves aloof. 1t is where the
guest is ever'welcome where friends de-
light to come and come again. Those
that shut themselves from the world be-
come selfish and narrow minded. 1t
requires interchange of thought to ex-
pand the mind. And what is more de-
lightful than the happy interchange OF
thought between friends in happy home?
Kindness is one of the purest traits
that finds place in the human heart.
1t give us friends wherever we may
chance to wander. To show kindness
it is not necessary to give large sums OF
money or to perform some wonderful
deed that will immortallze your name
1t is the word OF sympathy to the dis
couraged and disheartened. Kindness
makes sunshine wherever it goes; it is the
real law of life; the link that connects
earth with heaven. Would you like to
live in the remembrance of others after
you are gone? Write your name on the
tablets of their hearts by acts of kind
ness and love. The noblest revenge we
can make upon our enemies is to do
them a kindness.
1t is customary and seems to be nat
ural for blessings to brighten as they take
their flight, the little hour Of JOY that
was Yesterdays portion. brief and hum
BILE though it may have been. becomes of
a roseate hue and four-fold importance
when viewed in the hattering lights OF
retrospection. Countless numbers of us
are chanting the burden of that tender
lay:
Backward, turn backward, o Time in
thy flight,
Make me child again just for tonight. 3"
Aud to many the desire is largely
prompted by visions of lost opportun-
tiles and misspent lives. The ever re-
curing theme, ''it might have been.
which tells the history, in brief, of many
life time mistakes, is common to us all
as we repeat the words with a sigh,
realizing all too late, our former blind
ness and folly.
Many of us find life hard and full Of
pain. The world uses us roughly and
rudely. We suffer wrongs and injuries.
Other peoples clumsy feet tread upon
our tender spirits. We must endure mis-
fortunes, trials and dlsappointments.
We cannot avoid these things, but we
should not allow the harsh experiences
to deaden our sensibiities or make us
stocial and sour. The true problem of
living is to keep our hearts sweet and
gentle in the hardest conditions and ex-
perIences. If you remove the snow from
the hillside in the late winter you will
find sweet flowers growing there be-
meath the cold drifts, unhurt by the storm
and the snowy blanket that has covered
them. So should we keep our hearts
tender and sensitive beneath life's fiercest
winter blasts, and through the longest
years of suffering, and even in injustice
and wrong treatment. This is true vic
torious living.
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