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10 THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER So swift is time, dear heart, So soon we play our part, Then pass away. A smile, a sigh, a tear, Hope and a little fear In life’s brief day. A kiss, a thrill divine As loving hearts entwine— Love’s ecstasy! O grasp each passing joy, Though mixed with grief’s alloy, As moments flee. L. T. 11. As the evening shadows fall and you take a little time for quiet meditation, look back over the day that is passing and ask yourself what you have done since the dawn to make any life a little brighter; any heart a little happier; any burden a little light er. Have you given or withheld the word of encour agement; the smile of appreciation; the silent pray er for a blessing on the friend, acquaintance or stranger whom you have passed on the street? Each of these is a little thing in itself, but the fate of a life might rest on any one of them. With Correspondents. Dear Editor': I have just returned home after a delightful va cation spent in the mountains. I am right glad to be home again, for no matter how much you enjoy a visit, there’s no place like home. School will open soon and I am beginning to think about my studies. I expect to study harder this year than I have ever before and I want to take a high stand in my classes. My uncle, whom I visited, promised that if I would lead in my classes this year, he would give me a gold watch. Os course I am anxious to have the watch and if I win it I shall have a double benefit—the watch and the pleasure of being at the head of my classes. I wonder how many of your young correspondents have resolved to study harder this year than ever before. Your sincere friend, Alma Margaret Lee. Dear Editor: I notice that some of the children have told you about their pet dogs. I wish to tell you about one my brother owns. It is half shepherd and half col lie, and is very affectionate and intelligent. He has been very watchful and barks a good deal. My brother has recently moved to another town and as it was not convenient for him to take the dog along he was left behind. The dog was very fond of ray brother’s baby and also of my brother and since they left, he has not barked at all. I think he is grieving for them. I have often heard of dogs grieving for their masters, but I never saw an ex ample o-f it before. My brother intends to come back and take the dog, but of course the dog does not know this. I shall always try to be very kind to dumb ani mals. We do not know how much they may suf fer. Yours very truly, Edwin 0. Chatwick. Dear Editor Young Southerner: I read “Delighted Mother’s” letter in the Young Southerner a short time since and as my own ex perience is somewhat similar to hers I wish to add a ■word of thanks to you for the pleasure you have given my children. Seeing the letters from other young people and learning of their hopes and ambitions has proven a stimulus to my two boys. The little biographical sketches, too, are stimulating Jo the ambition of the young readers. Conducted by Louilse Threete Hodges. I have no doubt that many boys and girls will be led to greater interest in the study of history by these little sketches. I must not take up much of the space on your page that belongs to the “young folks,” so will close. Again thanking you for the pleasure your page has given me and mine, and wishing you continued success, I am, Sincerely yours, (Mrs.) Martha L. Carew. Some one has said, “Deliver me from a man of one book.” My prayer is, God give us more men of one book. Men who know the one Book of books; read all other books through its lenses; sound their moral lives by its line and plummet; build their bus iness and political lives by its square and compass; bring their social lives within the beautiful circle of its grace and purity; establish their home lives on the sure foundation of its truth and faithfulness and let their sentiment and affectional lives be governed by its wonderful equity, and the clear white heat of real love of which that Book alone teaches. S. C. Oliver. Great lessons may be learned from the most in significant and lowly sources if we have our eyes, ears and hearts open to receive them. A few words from an ignorant old negro the other day set me to thinking. He was speaking to his companion, another old negro, of some of the “hifalutin’ ” preachers of his own race. “If dey wants to he’p us,” he said, “dey needn’t stan’ up dar in the pulpit an’ talk an’ talk wid big words an’ den come out an’ feel too big to shake han’s an’ ax how I is. No, if dey wants to he’p us dey mus’ ac’ like Chris’ did an’ come down to whar we is. If I is down, how he gwine to he’p me up lessen he git down to whar he kin take hoi’ my han’ an’i lif ’ me up?” The lesson in the old negro’s words is obvious. Those who are far down in ignorance, poverty or sin resent a patronizing air in those who would help them. If we would really help them we must by genuine sympathy and tact make them feel that we recognize them as brothers of the same flesh and blood, differing from us only by the accident of birth and circumstances. Editor Young Southerner: Like some of the other boys who write to the Young Southerner, I am greatly interested in the biography of great men because I desire to be a great man myself some day. 1 intend, if I can, to he a physician. I think the greatest work a man can do is to relieve the sufferings of mankind, and for that reason I think Dr. Crawford W. Long, who discovered the use of anaesthetics in surgery, was one of the greatest men that Georgia has produced. He was born in Danielsville, Georgia, and was graduated from Franklin College, Pennsylvania. His great discov ery was made almost by accident, but he had his eyes open and made use of his accidental discov ery. He found out from some drug clerks that the vapor of ether, which they had inhaled for amuse ment, would produce insensibility. He then experi mented upon himself, and after he satisfied himself that it would produce insensibility to pain, he ad ministered some to a patient and removed a tumor from his neck. Think of the amount of suffering that mankind has been snared by this wonderful discovery’ Before that time people who were so unfortunate as to need surgical operations had to hear the pain as best they could and often their sufferings were very great. I greatly enjoy the letters in the Young Southerner and I hope we will continue to havg some good ones every week. The Golden Age for September 6, 1906. My father says he thinks the Golden Age de serves thanks for giving the young people a chance to have their letters published, as it encourages them to try to write well. With best wishes for all the young correspon dents, I subscribe myself, Your sincere friend, Ambitious R. L. Dear Editor: I saw a letter in your paper from my dear friend, Elicia Woodson, and so I thought I would write to you also. I have missed Elicia very much since she has been away, but I think she will soon be at home again where I can see her every day. She has been away visiting her aunt almost a month. I have another friend here who has not been away and we have had very good times together, although we have missed Elicia, for we both love her very much. I have some pets: a Maltese cat and two beautiful kittens and a canary bird. My bird is a beautiful singer. * Mother says she doesn’t know which is happier when he sings, he in singing or I in listen ing. I have enjoyed my vacation very much, but I am glad that school will soon open again. I like to study, and I like almost all of my schoolmates. I hope I shall learn a great deal this year. I hope Elicia will see this letter. I think I am one of the friends she spoke of in her letter. Your friend, Mary Cecilia McFarland. 'lnasmuch As Ye Did It Not.” “Master, I have this day broken no law of the Ten—have hurt no one. Is it enough?” “Child, there stood by thy side one burdened with heavy tasks of lowly, earthly labor. For a little help, a little easing of the burden, he looked to thee. Thou hast time and strength.” “Master, I did not hear.” “Thine ear was dull. There came a guest to seek thy converse, a human friend in quest of fellow ship. I marked thy sigh, thy frown. Why was thy heart not glad?” “I was reading. I hate to be disturbed, to be called from great thoughts to trifling talk.” “The children would have thee some few moments in their play. Without thee they went wrong—how far wrong thou wilt not know. It is too late.” “Child’s play? But I was searching for a hid den truth of spiritual import.” “Thou didst not, turn aside to lift that lame one who had fallen by the way.” “I was in haste to do what I had planned. I meant to help him when I should return.” “Another lifted him. Shall I question further?” —Selected. The Saloon. I do not know one good thing about the saloon. It is an evil thing that has not one redeeming feature in its history to commend it to good men. It breaks the law of God and man. It desecrates the Sabbath; it profanes the name of religion; it defies public order; it tramples underfoot the ten derest feeling of humanity; it is a moraf pesti lence that blights the very atmosphere of town and country; it is a stain upon honesty, a blur upon pur ity, a clog upon progress, a check noon the nobler impulses; it is an incentive to falsehood, deceit, and crime. Search through the history of this hate tui thing, and find ore page over which some moth er can bow her grateful head and thank God for all the saloon did tor her boy. There is no such record. All its history is written in tears and blood, with smears of shame and stains of crime,, and dark blots of disgrace.”—Selected.