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Show Borne gircle. is How Little It Costs. How little it costs, if we give it a thought, To make happy some heart each day! Just one kind word or tender smile ' As we go- on our daily way; Perchance a look will suffice to clear , The cloud from a neighbor's face, And the press of a hand in sympathy A sorrowful tear efface. One walks in sunlight; another goes All weary in the shade. One treads a path that is fair and smooth; Another must pray for aid. It costs so little! I wonder why' We give it" so little thought. A smile, kind words, a glance, a touch; What magic with them is wrought! National Hibernian. Be Agreeable. It is only given to the very few to by physically beautiful and mentally bright; but every woman can have the charm of being agreeable. It is not always the most talented people who make life the happiest. Neither does it follow that beauty always outshines plainness. The tactful woman who knows how to smile charmingly and say pleasant things is a source of delight de-light wherever she goes, although she may not possess any superior mental qualifications. The art of being agreeable agree-able Is simply the- combining of thoughtfulness, unselfishness, good nature and good sense with a lot of tact and making all these necessary-qualities necessary-qualities radiate with sunny smiles that can hide from view the shadows of life. The woman who knows how to be charmingly agreeable has all the requirements to make her irresistible wherever she may go. For Mothers. Children need models more than criticism. crit-icism. To bring up a child in the way he should go, travel that way yourself. The sooner you get a child to be a law unto himself, the sooner you will make a man of him.- ' "'. We can never check what is evil In the young unless we cherish what is good in them. - Stories first heard at a mother's knee are never wholly - forgotten, a little spring that never dries up in our journey through scorching years. Line upon line, precept upon precept, pre-cept, we must have in a home. But we must also have serenity, peace and the absence of petty fault-finding, if home is to be a nursery fit for heaven's growing plants. There are no men or women, however how-ever poor they may be, but have it in their power by the grace of God to leave behind them the grandest thing on earth, character; and their children might rise up after them and thank God that their mother was a pious woman, wo-man, or their father a pious man. Dr. McLeod. "Too Old." He had seen more prosperous days, He was threadbare, pinched and cold. And hunting a job. A shake of the head Was the answer he got he -was, they said, , "Too old." In the busy marts where men, Asorbed in the search for gold, Delve early and late, he has sought for work. Only to hear from a flippant clerk: "Too old." In the busy foundries, where Are men of a sterner mold, And the furnace flames roar day and night, They are "needing help," but he was quite "Too old." The beasts in the cattle pens Were safe within their fold, With food and care, and a place for sleep; But a man ma be, to earn his keep, "Too old." And even where vice and crime Their nightly revels hold, He had thought an honest man might stay And still be clean. He was turned away "Too old." To ask for a hostler's job In a stable he made bold, But the well-fed coachman showed him out: "We wan't a fellow that's young and stout Too old." Past him the young, and gay In their gaudy chariots rolled. He watched them pass, and his eyes grew dim; There seemed on earth no room for him "Too old." Out of the crowded city. Out on the dewy wold, In the gathering twilight, bleak and gray,. He wandered until he lost his way "Too old." fc There next morning they found him, - Staring, and stiff, and cold. Thank God, to cross the mystic river His pilgrims here are never, O, never, "Too old." He has found a place at last Where the eager strife for gold Is among the things that have passed away, And no one stands at the door to say: "Too old!" |