The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915, August 30, 1906, Page 10, Image 10

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10 THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER All communications and contributions intended for this department should be addressed to Mrs. Louise T. Hodges, S 3 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga. The Triumph of Knowledge. Through toilsome hours ’neath stars or sun A war is waged for goodly gain; . At last a triumph clean is won And Ignorance dies, by Knowledge slain. L. T. 11. 4 ‘Consistency, Thou Art a Jewel” While he was giving advice to some young people I once heard a man say, “Don’t do as I do, but do as I say.” But example is always more powerful than precept. It is folly for a man whose own life is not what it should be to set himself up as a teacher for others. It has been truthfully said that it is easier to tell twenty persons the right thing to do than to be one of twenty to do the right thing. But the living of one true, consistent life will be more effective in leading others in the right way than twenty or a hundred precepts. “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven. ” Margaret Ellen Moore’s tribute to her teacher (in her letter this week) is an illustration of the effect of good example. By her sweet, gentle example that teacher is do ing more to mold the thought and character of her pupils than by all of her teaching, but her teaching is also made effective by the force of her consistent example. Heaven send more such teachers. Life’s Deep Meaning. To know the will of God and how to do it; the deepest meanings in life’s experience: how to be brave, yet humble; weak, yet strong; how to en dure trial, yet keep sweet; how to use time to the best advantage; how to select between apparently conflicting opportunities of service; how to love God more and more, and to think no uncharitable thoughts, and to say no uncharitable tilings of my brethren.—Selected. With Correspondents. Dear Mrs. Hodges:—Since the first issue of The Gohlen Age I have been an interested reader of I he Young Southerner, and I have been pleased to note the intelligence manifested by your young contribu tors. The fact that so many of them are interest ed in the study of the lives of great men augurs well for their own achievements in the future. Few things are more stimulating to the ambition of young people than the study of the lives of the great and good who have gone before. I think you are directing our boys and girls along the right lines and I am very glad to see that they appreciate the opportunities you offer. It will be interesting to watch the careers of these young peo ple whose names are from time to time appearing on the page of the Young Southerner for, if I mis take not, they will be among those whose names will figure prominently in the future history of our country. With best wishes for you and all your young cor respondents, I am, Cordially yours, N. J. Williams. Dear Editor:—l have found so much pleasure in reading the letters from the Young Southerners that I wanted to write and thank the editors for so kindly devoting a page to our pleasure and enter tainment. You asked what we children would like best to read on this page. I should like best to read about mission work in the foreign field. Conducted by Louiise Threete Hodges. Some of the readers have told about the great men who figured in the history of our country, so I will tell about James Oglethorpe, the founder of Georgia. James Edward Oglethorpe belonged to an ancient family in England. He was called a brave, generous gentleman of unblemished character. He was born in 1689 and left college when still a young man to begin the life of a soldier. Ogle thorpe soon became an ensign of the English army, and afterwards lieutenant of the first troop of Queen’s Life Guards. Going abroad he enlisted under Prince Eugene, and after a while became his aide-de-campe. After he returned to England he began political life and was a member of Parliament for thirty-two years. He was always a friend of the oppressed and unfortunate. His name will always be dear to the hearts of Georgia people. , While I am a native of Kentucky and my baby hood days were spent among those beautiful foot hills along the Kentucky River, still I love Georgia, my papa’s and mamma’s native state, just as well. Wishing much success to your paper and sending much love to the Young Southerners, I remain, Your little friend, Anita Thrasher. Valdosta, Ga. Dear Editor:—You kindly asked us what we would like best to read about on “our” page. I think it is pleasing for the boys and girls to tell of their home and school life; of their friends and of their plans for the future. When we hear of what other young people are trying to do it helps us to make our own plans. I think I shall be a teacher when I grow up, and I intend in every way that I can to prepare myself to be a good one. My teacher is the sweetest, love liest young lady I ever saw and I intend to be just like her if I can. She is so patient and gentle and kind, and she has the loveliest voice. I wonder how many of the boys and girls are thinking about getting ready for school. I shall be glad for the time to come for. school to open as I am anxious to resume my studies. Since Albert Sidney Blackman wrote about Al bert Sidney Johnston, I have been reading more about him. I think he was a very brave man. 1 hope some one will write about the great men or women of South Carolina and Tennessee, as my mother is a South Carolinian and my lather a Ten nesseean. 1 am myself a native of Georgia and I think it is the greatest slate of all. allhom-h I love my mother’s and father’s native states. I wonder if any of our Georgia boys and gilds know that sweet old poem, “The Red Old Hills of Georgia,” I have learned it by heart. I am afraid my letter will be too long, so I will close. Your true friend, Margaret Ellen Moore. Some Pictures From the Sheltering Arms When talking to the little people on that prayer of David’s, “Lord open thou mine eyes that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law,” I asked one of the small boys who had been down to the coast, what he saw while there that most interested him. In answer he told of a “billy goat that could do stunts.” This created a ripple of laugmler all around the circle much to the embarrassment and confusion of the little man. But this same boy when taking a walk with me some weeks after, call ed my attention to a border bed in one of the (low er gardens and said, “just look, how many dif ferent kinds of leaves there are—different in color, in shape, and in the markings.” I think that lit tle boy is getting his eyes opened. The Golden Age for August 30, 1906. We had a talk on warfare once. I told them of the methods and weapons used in the different ages; then I spoke of the terrible evil of war. “But,” I added, “boys we must be warriors after all; what shall we take to fight with?” There was a pause—then one boy remembered. “We must take the lamp in the pitcher,” he said. Some time before we had had a talk about Gideon’s 'band. The dear boy had learned a wonderful les son. Have we? Do we in the army of God, fight ing against sin, realize; that the weapon we need is the “lamp in the pitcher”—the Holy Spirit in our hearts and lives? S. C. Oliver. Humor In the Family. Good humor is rightly reckoned a most valuable aid to happy home life. An equally good and use ful faculty is a sense of humor, or the capacity to have a little amusement along with the humdrum cares and work of life. We all know how it bright ens up things generally to have a lively, witty com panion who sees the ridiculous points of things, and who can turn an annoyance into an occasion for laughter. It does a great deal better to laugh over some domestic mishaps than to cry or scold over them. Many homes and lives are dull because they are allowed to become so deeply impressed with a sense of the cares and responsibilities of life as not to recognize its bright, ami especially its mirthful, side. Into such a household, good but dull, the ad vent of a witty, humorous friend is like sunshine on a cloudy day. While it is oppressive to hear per sons constantly striving to say witty or funny things, it is comfortable, seeing what a brightener a little mirth is, to make an effort to have some at home. It is well to turn off an impatient question sometimes, and to regard it from a humorous point of view, instead of becoming irritated about it. “Wife, what is the reason I can never find a clean shirt?” exclaimed a good but rather impatient husband, after rummaging all through the wrong drawer. His wife looked at him steadily for a mo ment, halt inclined to be provoked, then, with a comical look, she said: “I never could guess conundrums; I give it up.” Then they both laughed, and she went and gbt his shirt, and he felt ashamed of himself and kissed her, and then she felt happy; and so what might have keen an occasion for unkind feelings and hard words became just the contrary, all through the lit tle vein ol humor that cropped out to the surface. Some children have a peculiar faculty for giving a humorous turn Io things when they are reproved. 11 is just, as well oftentimes to laugh things to scold them off. Laughter is better than tears. Let us have a little more of it at home.—Lutheran. A Promising Pupil.—Fond mother (who is sure the visitoi would like to hear her infant prodigy on the violin): “.Johnnie is so far advanced that now we can almost tell whether he is tuning or playing.”—Punch. Has Enough—“[ should think you would be am bitious for political distinction.” “No.” answered Mr. Cumrox, “I don’t care for it. My daughter hrs studied painting and her pic tures of me are funny enough without calling in the aid of any professional cartoonist.” Washing- ton Star. * Ton will find it less easy to uproot faults than to choke them by gaining virtues. Do net think of your faults; still less of others’ faults; in every person that comes near you, look for what is good and strong; honor that, rejoice in it; and, as you can, try to imitate it, and your faults drop off, like dead leaves when their time comes.—John Ruskin.