Favorite Songs and Hymns For School and Home, page: 0366

450 Of The World's Best Songs And Hymns, With Lyrics & Sheet music for voice & piano.

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	Mothers, think less of your furniture and more of the character of your children. A scratch upon the soul of your son is a far greater blemish than a scratch upon your piano. Rather your parlor carpet soiled than the reputation of your child. Let Home compete with club-house or saloon in attractiveness. Let into your windows the broad streams of light during the day, and let there be brightness and cheerfulness at night. Hang pictures on the wall, have flowers, have good books on the table, and musical instruments near by. Let song and the harmony of violin or flute,	organ or piano, pieasant converse, innocent garnet banish the demons of dullness and apathy. Stimulate, by means of the home, a love for the true and the beautiful, a love for higher aims and purer endeavors, and you will do for your children what no time and no circumstances can undo. You have dowered them with life's truest treasures. In that " home " you have fitted them for noble and useful lives. " My office," says a distinguished clergyman, "brings me often to the resting place of the dead, and there are tombstones, many, and many laudatory inscriptions upon them, but
	LITTLE BOY BLUE. Dolce.	J. E. Smith. Eugene Field.
	never yet have I read a higher tribute than that which a family of children inscribed upon one of them: ' Our Mother, she always made home happy.' I have little fear for such children. With such a remembrance of such a mother, in such a home, they cannot go wrong. Should they stray, that memory is sufficient to cause them to retrace their steps." A story is told of a num�ber of soldiers during the war, who gave themselves up one night to revelry, loud talk, indecent stories, and songs, of which some, at least, could only be condemned. Among them sat a young man who took no part in	their drunken carousal. His comrades taunted him;, made sport of his stupidity, as they called it, and at length prevailed on him to give a toast. He arose and said, " Comrades, I give you, 'Our Mothers and our Homes ! " The effect was instantaneous�no more revelry, no more indecent stories, no more ribald song that night. A solemn silence ensued. Tears rolled down many a hardened cheek. One after another they went to their tents, and prayers ascended that night, if never again, from hearts unused to pray. Such, is the magic of these simple words.-�Rev.J.Krauskopf..