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6 Worth Womans While Jack-in-the-Pulpit. Jack-in-the-pulpit preaches to-day! Wonder what Jack will have to say? He’s ever so bold, Or, so I am told, And likes to have things his own sweet way. But black-eyed Susan, so saucy and tall, Makes him quite timid, and almost small, His legs they are quaky, His voice it is shaky When Susan is anywhere near at all. So when young Jack preaches to-day AVonder what he’ll have to say? He'll not be so bold, For sure, I am told, Miss Susan is out in her bravest array! Thinking of the Mercies. If things look dark, if you feel that you are poorer than anyone you know, in worldly goods, in friends, in yourself—if life seems all a disap pointment and a failure, don’t think on it too much. Try, rather, to count up the good things that are yours, like a dear old gentleman from one of our coast towns. In early life he had been a sea captain, and experienced adventure and ac quaintance with different lands and peoples; and later, at his desk in a counting house he did large business. His home was that of a prosperous and happy man, and his position one of prominence until misfortune came, and gradually all was swept away—his money, his wife, his children, his home. In old age lie found himself stranded in the up country, all lost, even the sight of the water and the shipping which had been to him like the odor of the brine is to any old salt—all except one daugh ter, the last of eleven children. To this devoted child he was forced to look not alone for cheer and comfort, but for maintenance, as all day he sat in his easy chair, half blinded with cataract. And when, as she could snatch opportunity from her duties, she would run to him for a little loving word, often she would ask, il Father, what are you thinking of, dear?” And his answer would invariably be, “Only thinking of the mercies!” , Old, bereft, almost blind and al] but helpless, his hours of folded hands and of loneliness were not given to repining, to dwelling on all he had had and lost—instead he counted the mercies! What a lesson! And how much happier that was! Get Out-of-Doors. Take time to get out-of-doors for a little each day. Man is the only animal that can be kept within walls unless caged—which certainly proves that it is a mistake to build a great box over and around us and shut ourselves in from the sun and light and all the blessed feeling and influence of the world God has made so good for our pleasure and our health. It is like as if we build a great shell, and get into it and refuse to look out or to look up. The average man or woman spends very little time outside the house—it is sad to reflect how we let ourselves be cheated of this most precious priv ilege, this dearest gift of Heaven, for there is noth ing can equal it in life-giving. Let us not be down-hearted, or sick, or sad. Let us get out-of-doors, and breathe, and look up. Relationship Was Burdensome. The blessing of “kinnery,” as a dear old lady calls it, sometimes presents itself as a question even to the childish mind. Little Maude was with her mother at, the seaside where a large number of the family connection had gathered—she had never seen so many aunts and cousins, As she The Golden Age for September 6, 1906. By FLORENCE TUCKER was presented to one after another the magni tude of it all grew upon her, till finally rushing in one day from among them she flew to her mother, crying: “0 mamma, I want to go home! I want to go home! ’ ’ “Why, what is the matter?” asked her mother. “Oh,” cried the child, bursting into tears, “I’ve got too much kin!” The Boon of a Cheerful Spirit. “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine,” says the proverb, and not only to him who carries it in his brave breast—it is as good a tonic to all around him, like the bracing and health-giving air that includes all in its grateful balm. And “a broken spirit drieth the bones” likewise, as the presence of a gloomy and morose person too pain fully proves. A cheerful spirit in a house is as good as the gracious sunlight, and where there is an invalid its priceless worth cannot be estimated. It is something, when you think of it, thus to dis seminate gladness and health, a smile, a brave, cheery voice, a bright, hopeful word, a little jest, who can estimate what they are to one shut in, shut up with just his own pains and depressed thoughts? Verily, it is the best of medicines; and the blessing of Heaven will be upon that unselfish soul that gives of its brightness to lighten anoth er’s gloom, to lift the shadow from the heart of that one within the darkened chamber. Things Feared Come to Pass. Why do people take the disease they fear during an epidemic? It is simply because they are afraid. By holding before their minds a picture of what they dread, fear lowers their vitality and their power of resistance, so that they readily fall victims to a malady which they might otherwise ’have escaped. In the same way, poverty and kindred evils are often self-invited. The disaster people dread comes to them, because wyrry and anxiety enfeeble their powers of mind and so blunt their creative and pro ductive faculties that they are unable to exercise them effectively. This condition of mental and physical exhaustion destroys confidence in their ability to grapple with the situation that confronts them, and they succumb almost without effort. When we analyze them aright, we find that all these happenings are in ac cord with scientific laws. No man can accomplish anything until he believes he can, until he has ab solute confidence that he is sufficiently master of the situation to bring about the thing he desires. AVhen he begins to doubt his own ability, and to question himself; when he begins to waver and to become uncertain as to his course, he is in danger of failure—nay, he is almost certain of it. By his doubts and fears and disbelief in himself, he frightens away success and courts failure. Your achievements must be outlined in your mind, first or they cannot be materialized by your pen, your voice, your hand, or your sword. Like the “man of destiny,” when you have planned your line of march, or decided upon your point of attack, there must be no wavering, no hesitating, no thought of defeat You must marshal all your forces and march to your goal with the unshakable belief that victory will crown your efforts.—Ex. Charity. Is it to drop full carelessly A penny in the beggar’s hand And salve the conscience with the thanks The whining crone has planned? Is it to feed a hungry mouth With leavings from a board well spread, The bits of meat we cast away, The hardest crusts of broken bread? , Is it to clothe a naked child Or freezing man against the storm With worn-out garments which have ceased To keep our pampered bodies warm? Is this, then, all of charity— These carnal gifts of man to man? Nay, these were but the outer husks In Christ’s revivifying plan. To stop thine ears ’gainst evil talcs Os .slander and of shame; To say “Judge Not” when wanton tongues Befoul with sneers a once fair name— To guard thy lips close shut lest they Join in the hounding, coward cry AVith which a horde of censurers Drives forth a lonely soul to die— To hold thyself too pure and true To trample on another’s woe, Believing what thou hast not seen, Condemning what thou canst not know. To do these things is best to use The charity that Christ decreed; For transient are the body’s wants, Eternal is the spirit’s need. Thou canst not read another’s heart Nor probe the mysteries of life; /] hou knowest not ’gainst what deadly odds Waged the bitter, long-drawn strife. Nor canst thou tell what ground was held, How near the triumph was complete; One postern lost, the world condemns. And on the banner writes “Defeat.” If we slay man, his brother man Extorts of us the murderer’s dole; God judges when, with word unjust, We thrust aside a stricken soul. So owe it unto Christ himself To judge with his sweet charity Those who, half hid in censure’s clouds, Walk still in dread Gethsemane. —Sara Beaumont Kennedy. Make the Most of the Present. Resolutely make up your mind to make the most of lite as it comes to you, and to enjoy each day as it is borne on to give place to the morrow. If you wait until you feel that you can afford to enjoy, you will never enjoy. AA hat more pitiable sight can be seen than that of a young couple who started out in life with high hopes, lofty aims, and determination to win for themselves not only a humble competence, but the means to purcaase some ot the refined pleasures of lite; who slaved early and late to lay up something for future enjoyment, perpetually postponing pres ent happiness for the great happiness of the future which a fortune will bring them, drudging year in and year out, putting off the buying of books, pic tures, a piano, bric-a-brac, or even the comforts, not to speak of the luxuries, of home; in fact, post poning everything for the grand future, which, alas, will never come! AVhen they arrive at the longed-for goal, the wealth may be there, but the power to enjoy will be dead.—Selected. Kuehne Beveridge will provide the model for the monument Io be erected by San Francisco as a re minder of the great disaster. The symbolic figure is that of a young woman, weeping, leaning against a closed Gothic door. The figure is posed by the sculptor’s sister, the Baroness von AVrede. The monument will be erected in Golden Gate Park,