Norwich bulletin., 1913-07-19
THE MAN WHO TALKS

l, or daughter who left home and be- l came rich or famous; and how little i about the boy or girl who stayed at 1 home and were the mainstay and l comfort of their parents in their old i age. Why Is it the world does not 1 recognize their devotion to their par | ents, their faithfulness to duty and. 1 their noble seif-denia for those they 1 love. 1 am afraid we do not properly l value the quality of character and the 1 love which prompts children to place
 the we'll being and comfort of aged ! parents above all else. Fame carries
 and gold glitters and attracts the l crowd but the love. which abides in humbleness and forgets self, must be 1 counted among the virtues which have the appreciation of Him who is the same yesterday, today. and for temporal and those we regard as common may prove to be eternal. Heaven recognizes loving service. Do not expect to make a man of your boy by restraint and good ad- Vice, A live boy yearns for freedom and to do something. Interest him in something that will keep him busy. You cannot expect a boy to like work unless he finds something in 1t besides
 drudgery. The results of labor make boys ambitious. The end of we'll
 directed labor is achievement. Inter
 eSted activity makes a way for itself because it is ever producing some
 thing. useful or satisfying. The two
 perils of boyhood are idleness and
 bad companions. The attractions
 should be toward the home not away
 from it. The boy should be taught to
 do something for himself as well as
 for his parents. Let him know there
 is something in his work for him.
 Ignorance and aimlessness make ac-
 tive boys seem to be bad. when they
 are only suffering for profitable direc-
 tion.
 George Meredith when he was "A
 years of age said he was looking upon
 life with a young mans eye. In other
 words he had cultivated the habit of
 thinking of life abundant instead of
 declining years. Many men live to
 three-score and ten without having
 indellibly registered in their minds
 that the days of their youth have gone
 by; and few are so unmindful of this
 that they die without having had
 feeling of old age. Old age doesn't
 creep upon us unless we invite it. 1t
 is the spirit of man that writes upon
 his countenance-and it writes aged"
 on some men of 30; and fresh and
 fair on some women of 50. So few
 women confess ever to being over 39,
 that these especial cases escape the
 notice of most folks, but we have
 knOWn OI d 10W IIdIlh WO1IlCA OA
 whom this was really true It is not
 time that indicts the aged, but mind,
 hence the saying "a person is no older
 than he feels."
 Of course, it is a mistaken idea
 that it is a woman's mission 10 sweet
 en a mans Iife for she is always too busy sweetening his pancakes, No life is sweet enough to take the vim
 egar out of some mems dispositions; and some women are tempermentally sourer than the traditional apples that used to grow on the sour apple tree. There is nothing that will sweeten life like patience and kindliness, sym pathy and love mixed in equal propor- tions by the partners in matrimony. The woman who ventures to marry man in order to Sweeten his life is very apt to sour her own. Life will be sweet and the world permanently peaceful when every person sincerely seeks to live righteously. It is so much easier to labor with the other person than it is to struggle with self, that most reforms are conducted wrong end to. or with the cart in front of the horse. Any one can be sweet who declines to be sour. It is a matter of the will. not of the will-'o- the Wisp. | A cobalt sky with white feecy clouds ] floating across it before a gentle | breeze is always 8 picture to me-a new picture, for the sky to a close observer never looks twice alike; and 1 at the close of a recent day the clouds and the new moon were of the same
 color and appeared to be on the same 1 level when the clouds may have been
 four miles high to the moons 250000 1 There is no place where looks are
 more deceptive than in nature. Ma 1 ture has way of making things which are unlike so much alike that we have many "falses" in botany, and many puzzles and problems in every 1 department of natural science. The l old Norsemen used to think the rain 1 bow was a bridge from earth to heaven which human souls crossed over-to us it is an arc of mist which 1 separates the colors of light like a
 spectrum; but we like to think of it as the how of promise-a divine sign l that the earth never again shall be 1 deluged Nature tells true stories;
 and I have a suspicion nature has a purpose even in making things seem i to be what they are not.
 l 1t does US qood to sit down and