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THE SUNNY SOUTH* ATLANTA. GEORGIA" SEPTEMBER 23 189S.
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Li/o/na i?’ s *
WOMAN’S SPHERE.
Tilt: not to mo gcrtpNjpe text a enoer,
>" r P° ,n „V tie manliest saint of all
STdKK f n r^wi*Xe1ent
she? Better so
Strong m'nded is ^ ga , e or gboWi
Than uu *^f. fojw capped and belled,
A bonsebold folly ^ ts he id,
Id fashion 8 of womanbooa,
Manners of Children.
There are two ««««*!» to good man-
Obatacter, an J wbat we call poltalt.
,’uracter we must be sincere, self-re-
.^ ronnlTcoavor .11, kind; then hav-
Lnnerent characteri.tlca we mnat, by
.nation with others and by training,
“■ fn ex Dress our sincere and kindly
ieehngs in the most acceptable and agree-
Sl way. Manners should be an expres-
n of onr inner lives, and if our inner
have anything of truth and beauty in
hem and we have learned to express our-
“ by our words and actions with sim
plicity and clearness our manners will be
*&* manners are not peculiar to any
one favored class, they are fundamental
in humanity and are found in all races,
even among those we call barbarians; they
Are always identical, as sincere and self
respecting expressions of kindly feeling,
Emerson says that “a circle of men per
fectly well bred would be a company of
sensible persons in which every man’s na
tive manners and character appeared,”
and again he says, “A sainted soul is al
ways elegant, and, if it will, passes un
challenged into the most guarded ring,”
ami in another place, ‘‘Strong will is al
ways in fashion let who will be unfashion-
^'courtesy has been called the flower of
right-doing, and we should remember that
everybody, no matter how rich or bow
poor, needs all the kindness they can get
from others in the world, and that by deal
ing noblv witn all, all will show them
selves noble. There are numberless rules
of etiquette by which civilized people
have seen lit to fence themselves in. Some
of these are founded upon the combined
ludgment and good taste of many people,
and as such "aim to facilitate life and to
get rid of impediments.” They are thus
often the outcome of pure benevolence.
Then there are other purely conven
tional rules, and we must exerc'se our
own good sense and taste in rejecting or
adopting them; if they trammel or annoy
us by all means let ns disregard them
Let us follow our own individuality and
not be hampered by a slavish regard for
what other people consider proper or good
form. “Lst us be true to the royal self
that reigns within us and not cringe to the
mandates of fashion.”
It lies with mothers, to foster and de
velop .n children kindly and sympathetic
feelings towards others. ‘‘There is just
one way to make children lovely, and that
is to surround them by day and night
with an atmosphere of love.” I believe
little children should be kept as long as
possible from knowledge of harshness and
wroDg doing, and when they are brought
in contact with it by their associations
with outsiders we should inculoate a
spirit of forbearance—lead them to say,
“May be he doesn’t know any better” “I
think he won’t do that when he is older;”
or "No one taught him any better.” And
it is even possible, after the heat of re
sentment, is over, to persuade your child
to return good for evil. There is nothing
more beautiful in life than sympathy for
others, aud there is no greater work for ns
than to arouse this sentiment in our chil
dren.
To be respectful and considerate to
wards all the inmates of our house, to re
frain from criticising other people, at
least before our ohildren, are conditions
that must be lived up to, if we wish our
children to escape the unfriendly and
critical attitude of many ill-bred people.
Tne possessor of good manners is with
out haste aud without fear. Do not try to
force your child to be polite, because you
cannot; manners that are the alternative
of a dreaded penalty are not good; the
kingdom of heaven is not attained by vio
lence, neither are good manners. I once
saw a conscientious young mother whip
her three-year old boy three times before
he would say “Good-morning” to a little
eompauion, but I know she will never
make tUat mistake again. Do not force
your children to use tne polite and oon-
' enl 'onal forms of society; let them grow
hu 0 tliem uatur *lly end pleasantly; they
like to do those things when the time
comes.^ The wondering eyes of your baby
?ayj ''Good-morning” to the whole world
long before be is ready to express him-
fl6l( If! an/^ ihn aw,!!«>.«• Una savt
less they have to do with each other the
better for all concerned. The conversa
tion is not suitable; if our visitors do not
forget the children altogether, they are
apt to say something injudicious about
them, to call attention to their appearance
or their remarks; to laugh at tueir mis
takes and in various ways to develop their
self-consciousness.
If children are in the habit of using
shrill tones, it is usually efficacious to
lower our own tones, and if they use in
correct expressions or neglect to say
“Please” or “Thank you” we should re
peat their words after them, using the cor
rect forms, or supplying omissions.
We should allow our children to invite
their little friends often, that they may
have practice in being hosts and hostesses,
and when we are alone we should use the
opportunity of talking with the children
in a pleasant and entertaining way; so
that the dinner-table may be a place of
good cheer to them as to ourselves.
It is one of the characteristics of human
nature that if we hear of the good deeds
of others we are stimulated with a desire
to do likewise. Children are very respon
sive to this. We say “Mrs. O is so very
graceful; this is the way she walks.” This
is enough to set all the children tripping
about as nearly as possible like Mrs. O, or
if we say, “Annie Laurie seems to be very
polite; she always says please,” then they
immediately resolve to say please also.
This is different from derogatory com
parisons, which always antagonize. If
we say, “Annie Laurie is more polite than
you are,” this arouses their resentment
and destroys the harmony between us.
Never shame your children, this is always
unkind and injures their self-respect.
The Chinese have a saying that "He
who finds pleasure in vice and pain in
virtue is still a novice in each.” It is pos
sible for us to so direct our children that
they shall not be novices in virtue. We
can put innumerable opportunites in their
way of doing kind and unselfish things.
We can give them so much practice in
virtue that they will grow to believe that
it is better to give than to receive.
Humanity is in a transition period; we
are emerging from the age of strife; we
are in the midst of a period of immense
intellectual activity, but there is dawning
upon us the age of sympathy and benevo
lence. Let us help the dawning.
CliARA UELAND,
Look at the Blue Sky.
One of the wisest and wittiest women I
ever knew once went to make her wed
ding call at a new suburban home, all in
it's bridal freshness.
When the visitor rose to go her hostess
came with her to the door, and out upon
the pleasant, broad piazza, which, howev
er, looked a little dusty in the corners.
“Oh dear,” said the youthful housekeep
er , anxious to vindicate herself from any
possiDle charge of carelessness, “how pro
voking servants arel I told Mary to
sweep this piazza thoroughly, and now
look at it!”
“Grace,” said the older woman, looking
into the disturbed young face with kindly,
humorous eyes, “I am an old housekeep
er. Let me give you a bit of advice. Never
direct people’s attention to defects. Un
less you do so, they will rarely see them.
Now, if I had been in your place and no
ticed the dirt, I should have said:
‘How blue the sky is!’
Then they would look at that as I spoke,
and so get safely down the steps and out
of sight.”
The little story holds more than the im
mediate value. How many people habit
ually look at the sky everv morning, ac
tually or metaphorically? Some people
do, feeling the free uplift of soul, as they
glauoe for a moment at the broad, clear
arch of blue, and the slowly-sailing soft,
white clouds. But too many are wonder
ing whether they shall catch the 8:14
train, or have to wait till the 8:34. Too
many, even then wearied and over-tax* d,
are planning how to get through with the
labors of the hours to come.
Uf course no work can be well done with
one’s head in the clouds. But I am sure
it can be better done for an occasional up
ward look. The lesson of the man with
the muck-rake is patent still.
Going day by day through the busy
streets, through the crowd of anxious,
harassed, care-lined faces, one echoes
Matthew Arnold’s line:
Most men in a brazen prison live.
1 know of no description of the skies
like his, beginning:
| Plainness and clearness without shadow
of stain,
Clearness divine!
With this noble climax—
he motive that should rule us in our
hee of manners is not what other people I
think of us, but to please others, to
..,,7 — ; — .r | You remain
hank v i?’i a £ l< * tbe •nffkng lips say ^ world above man’s head, to let him see
rneato aniculafe 016 ^ U>nga0 has How boundless might his soul’s horizons
he,
I How vast, yet of what clear transparency 1
How it were good to live there, and
breathe free I
I remember once getting up at 4 o’clock
in the morning for some necessary and
trying work. I forgot the discomfort in
the sight of the sky. The whole broad
heavens were filled with a wonderful
pure glow, luminous and strange, grow
ing toward sunrise; and as I looked, I re
alized for the first time the meaning of
“the shining light, that shlneth more and
more unto the perfect day.—C. W., in Wo
man’s Journal.
When Sunday Comes.
“Oh, won’t we have a good time when
Sunday comes!” is a remark that is made
many times every week by our small peo
ple. Sunday for them is never long
enough, and they would be glad if it came
every other day.
I do not like to see children have a
dread of the Sabbath. I recollect when I
was a child that Sundays were the longest
days. Oh, so tiresome, for then people
thought children should put all their toys
away and put on a solemn look, and never
do anything hut read their Testament ana
catechisms, and sit quietly on a straight-
backed wooden chair that was evidently
designed for torture instead of comfort.
If we went out for a walk we must keep
up the same funeral solemnity that we
donned with our Sunday clothes.
I will never forget the feeling of total
depravity and wilful wickedness that
overcame me on one occasion to such ah
extent that I actually whistled! I was
alone, and out of hearing, of course, as the
offense was unpardonable on week-days,
let alone Sundays, and that whistle sound
ed as loud as a brass band to me, when I
realized the enormity of my crime. As
no one heard me, I did not, like Topsy,
•‘fest up,” so my sin remained a secret in
my breast. I only mention this to show
with what feelings we were taught to re
gard the Sabbath, and to look upon the
most trivial things as unpardonable sins.
I am so glad that people’s views of the
Sabbath have changed; that they do not
think that the only way to serve God and
lead a religious life is to wear a long face,
and go about making ourselves and every
one else miserable. We can have our
rules for the Sabbath, so that it will be
very different from weekdays. But need
we make the day one to be dreaded ? Far
from it; for I think it would be a greater
sin than to see how much real happiness
and Pleasure we can have in trying to
make others happy in all harmless and in
nocent ways, in this day of all days that
God has given us for rest.
It is perfectly wicked to expect children
to be quiet when every separate hair on
their rebellious heads is fairly bristling
with fun and frolic; but it is very easy to
direct their mirthfulness into a proper
channel, by providing some especial treat
for the day, instead of leaving them to
find a vent lor their natural exuberance
of spirit, by teasing |each other. When
the weather is so they can attend Sab
bath school, and are interested in their
lessons, which they are sure to be if mama
will go over them first some time during
the week, and then the |kSund*y school
papers must be read, and pibie lessons ex
plained, and to what an interested audi-
ence! . , . .
1 often think how happy a minister
would feel if he could only have such a
hold on the hearts of his congregation as a
loving mother has on the hearts of her
children, and “Oh, tell us just one more
story of Jesus or the Bible,” is the never-
ending cry, and whenever we see a partic
ularly interesting story or sweet poem,
especially adapted for the occasion, we lay
it aside for our Sabbath lessens. After we
have spent an hour or two with them in
this way we think a change is better, for
we never wish to tire them, but always to
leave them as much interested in Bible
stories as ever.
Then a run out of doors, where they can
have the exercise that seems to be a part
of their very existence, or a swing under
the shade of a lovely tree, or a rest in the
hammock on the porch, all are nice in fine
weather.
When the weather is had or too cold to
be out of doors, the parlor is warmed up
for their especial benefit, and they are al
lowed to have all their books and some of
their toys in there, and play Sunday-
school or some other quiet play, and are
happy as children can be. I never allow
them to go visiting or to have other chil
dren come to see them, for that creates a
restless feeling among children sooner
than anything else, and I think there can
he no greater nuisanoe than the children
who are allowed to run around among
the neighbors. . .
Saturday afternoons are very nice in
which little visits can be made or little
visitors entertained, at a time which will
not disturb our week-day lessons or our
Sunday’s peace. . , .. .
It is nice to let them have a lunch all to
themselves, as it is very little trouble,
when baking on Saturday, to make some
little treat for the children—a tiny loaf of
bread, some fancy cookies, a pat of butter
and a small glass of jelly, or anything
that may he handy, but let them have the
pleasure of having their own dishes, and
of knowing that they are not to be inter
fered with, so that they are not noisy and
rude. .
A pitcher of lemonade makes a fMnous
addition, and often we make a batch of
butter-scotch or chocolate candy on Satur
day for a Sunday treat. But whatever we
have, or do, to make them have a pleas
ant time, we strive to have one object al
ways in view, that it is the Lord s day,
and all our happiness comes from him,
and when the day draws to a close we
talk over the events of the week that is
past, ana any little naughty actions that
needs correcting are talked over and for
given, and promises to avoid them in the
future are made, and we are nacre than
nappy over any little trouble or self denial
r uo i wd* ipiuaou ubuc? 191 su
l to others* comfort and happiness. It
>uld be the constant aim of the mother,
various reasons, to direct the thoughts
ier child away from itself,
lie well-bred people ot the generations
it have gone before, brought up their
utrea to leel a great respect and defer-
■e lor aged people; this is chivalrous
i should accompany the principle that
strong should protect and cherish the
ik. The indifference, not to say irrev-
>uce, of young America for age
brought our country into deserved dis-
ute.
he time is probably near at hand when
?sical training will become a part of ed-
A . know lefige ana oontrol
tne body is necessary to ease and
Mrs. Franoes Hodgson Barnet t makes a
larger income than any other woman
writer in the world, She was one of the
first members of Mr. Besant’s Societv of
— J Authors, and she was very instrumental
a relation to children and truest*. I in getting the Amerioan government to
e come believe that as a role the pass the copyright hill.
we may have had to make the day P®®*
pleasantly. And as the shadows of night
draw around us, we’ll tell them ofI the
light and glory of the eternal Sabbath
whose
“—Rest more sweet and still
Than ever the nightfall g®ye
Oar yearning hearts shall fill,
In the world beyond the grave.
There shall no tempest blow,
No scorching noontide heat;
There shall be no more snow,
No weary, wandering feet.
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our fathers trod,
To the quiet of the skies.
To the Sabbath of our God.
A* Mt Mi
In Ladies Home Companion.
T HE Leading Specialists of
eases peculiar to men and women, are
Hathaway*Co. 221-3South Broad8t.»AWants
Ga, Sana for Question Blanks,
Yet, It Is all Wrong J
That was my mental ejaculation, the
other day, after reading in some mag
azine an old bachelor’s tirade, on the
world in general, for the uniYersal
pity manifested in the case of all
young widowers and the meager sym
pathy, or more strictly speaking, ab
sence of sympathy, that is vouchsafed
to those who have lost their all in the
girl of their choice, not through death,
but in that which oftimes causes pain
as great—defeat!
Yes, bachelors in my estimation are
quite often as deserving of sympathy
as any one, yet nobody seems to ever
think of pitying them. But I say, and
say it meaningly, that the man who
loves a woman devotedly and never
gets her is as muoh to be pitied as his
more fortunate fellow-mortal who af
ter a brief version of bliss is called
upon to give up that which he holds
most dear.
Not all the sorrows of life are caus
ed by death, and there are many no
doubt who can testify to the truth of
the words:
“To die and part
Is a less evil—but to part and live
There, there’s the torment.”
The widower is allowed and expect
ed to manifest his grief in whatever
way his feelings dictate; the bachelor
is expected to be a man, and not show
the least signs of regret for fear of be
ing sneered at for wearing his heart
on his sleeve. And he is told, as if
his affections were an old shoe, to be
put on and off at will, that ‘there is as
good fish in the sea as have ever been
caught.’
Miserable comfort to those .who
sometimes retain their susceptibility,
ready at a touch for a sharp momen
tary twinge of pain! The wrong thus
done is never estimated correctly, if
at all, simply because it is never so
proclaimed, and never comes to light.
“What’s left the heart when love and hope
are flown?
To live when all that makes life dear is
dead;
To walk with men bat be with them no
more
In thought and feeling than the shadowy
forms
That wander like the phantoms of a
dream
In the dim twilight of the under world,”
Such is often the feeling of hearts
that have loved deeply, and the young
widower is permitted to retire from
society and is pitied and shown ten-
der sympathy, but does the bachelor
dare do such thing? If he does he is
sneered at as selfish or a tender
hearted simpleton that lets a woman
make a fool of him! For such reasons
his feelings are concealed, and though
he may sober down and grow old, and
like to be alone, still his best friends
may never imagine that there is an
underlying cause for this, and wonder
why it is he does not seem so gay as
he once was without ever suspecting
the true state of affairs at all.
A woman is aooordea tne privilege
of loving once, but “ ’tis'of man’s life
a thing apart.” Pooh! who ever heard
of a man being so foolish as to love
but once? Yes, I know that is the
way the world looks at it, but there is
another side my friend. And that
side is carefully hidden and kept from
view all because of the unfavorable
comments that would be made. As I
said in the beginning, the sympathy
of the world is not always directed
with wisdom. It is sometimes wrong
—all wrong! Cyclo.
The Dakota River is the longest un-
navi gable river in the world, over
1000 miles.
The Mother Orown Old,
Grown old, the mother is sometimes sor
rowfully clear-sighted and freed from the
blessed illusions of youth. When her
ohildren were little things playing about
the door, and tacked into bed at night, all
safe and sweet and rosy, she had her
dreams of their future. There was noth
ing too bright, too brave, too beautiful, for
her imagination and her hope as she
looked at her darlings, sleeping or wak
ing. As they grew voider, went to school
and to college, or into the shop and the
counting room, the mother still dreamed
and planned, still wove her enchanted
stones, m the centre of which she saw her
ohildren, heroes, professors, scholars,
benefactors, champions of the weak, de
fenders of the helpless ornaments of the
age, and renowned-to-be. Her Frank, her
Charles, her Sydney, whatever others
might do, they were boand to excel, to
stand in the van, to reap the rewards, to
aoalethe heights, to discover the long-
hidden secrets.
Bat there dawns a day upon the mother
when, grown old, as wrinkles and gray
hairs testify, she renews the wonderful
keenness and acuteness of childhood: she
sees the cropping of many masks; she
comprehends things as they are. Past
the hour of dreaming and castle bnildmg,
past the clouds and the mirage, her vision
s like that of one of God’s angels.—Har
pers Bazar.
Equal to the Situation.
“What do yon think I did this morn
ing?” one summer girl asked another in a
Broadway car yesterday on their
way home from a midsummer shopping
jannt.
“Goodness knows!” ejaculated the
other. “You are always doing the unex
pected.”
“Well,” continued the first girl, “I had
two things on my mind that I dared not
forget—a book I wanted very much and the
E nrchase of a silk waist. So what did I do
ut walk into a book store, go up to the
firat man clerk I saw and ask: “Do yon
know how much silk it takes to make a
shirt waist.”
“Ob!” gasped the other girl, “what did
lio gay ?'*
“That’s the funny part of it. He sur
veyed me with the utmost seriousness,
and answered promptly:
‘If you want big sleeves it will take five
yards; that is, unless the silk is very
wide.’
“Of course I was completely stunned,for
it had dawned on me wnat I was doing,
but I made a great effort and said grate
fully :
‘Thank yon very muoh—very muoh.
Now,will yon pleaee show me Mrs.Blank’s
last novel?’
Then I bought the book and retired in
good order. There would have been no
sense in exposing my feeble-mindedness
to tfiat clerk, but I’d give a good deal to
know who he keeps so well posted on dry
goods.”
Btandlng up for His Bights.
“Are yon the editor that takes in the so
ciety items?” inquired the caller, an un
dersized man with a timid, appealing look
on his face.
“Yes, sir,” replied the young man at the
desk, “I can take in any kind of items.
What have you?”
“Why, it’s this way,” said the caller,
lowering his voice, “my wife gave a swell
party last night, and I’m willing to pay
to have this write-up of the affair put in
your paper.”
“We don’t charge anything for publish
ing society items,” observed the young
man at the desk, taking the proffered man
uscript and looking it over.
“That’s all right,” was the reply. “You
don’t understand. I wrote this np myself,
and I put it in a line or two that says:
‘Mr. Halfstick assisted his distinguished
wife in receiving the guests.’ That’s the
way I want it to go in, and I don’t care if
it costs a dollar a line. I want my friends
to know, by George, that I still belong to
the family!”—Chioago Tribune.
iSaking Powder*
Before Congress;
The Pure Food bill before Congress would be a righteous
measure for the people, and should become a law. The public
want pure food, and in order to protect themselves must know
v/hat is adulterated. All adulterated preparations should be so
branded, including Baking Powders containing Ammonia or
Alum. Then if people want to dose themselves with “Absolutely
o ure ” Ammonia or Alum, they will do it knowingly. The
ublic have been looking up the composition of Ammonia and
lum and they don’t like the idea of eating either in their hot
o.scuit.
Dr. Price’s
Cream Baking Powder
is a Pure Cream of Tartar Powder; free from Ammonia, Alum,
Lime or other adulteration. And every investigation, whether
in the laboratory or kitchen, confirms and emphasizes its superior
ity in every way.