A - ■ r V' -TT • '• r —s--------- »— ’ PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, THURSDAY, 6 . i. v - so when she at last made her ap­ '.be. Oncedhat fomi stalked proud­ pearance Nn the kitchen, all had ly through the gay scopes of plea­ HISS MARY STUMP, EDITOR eaten breakfast, and she vims sure,-the beHu ideal' ofgrace; now Obliged to content herself with cold the hand of Time, that withers the Better in the Morning. egg and scraps, jnSt for the world, flower of yesterday, has warped A . that figure and-destroyed the noble like old Punch and Carlo did. “ You cipi'ttielp the baby, patson, No wonder she was nil out oi carriage. Ouch, at your age, he _ - But still I want ye to go . . Down an’ look in upon her, sorts, and .propio coukf eat possessed the thousand thoughts An’ read an’ pray, you know. ’ • - “without dish.^as fhej’jdid in. the that pass through-your brain—now Only lust week she was skippin' round days aunty 'told Iter about some­ wishing to accomplish deeds worthy A pullin’ my whiskers and hair, •> times ; but* there they were wait­ of a nook in fame, anon' imagining A olimbiu’ up to the table '-~ ing to be put in their places on the life a dream that the sooner lie Into her little high chair. cupboard, and the clock almost awoke from the better, But he has “JThe first night that she took it, ready to strike eight, but still lived the dream very, near through. When her little cheeks grew red, J Whei she kissed good, night to papa. fiow'ned, while aifnty said i The time to awake is Very near at And went away to bed ■ ——- - i never a word, till at lasttliere camfo hand; yet bis eye-ever kindles at Bt-z she, ‘ 'Tin headache, papa, an, 0 my 1 which sounded like old deeds of daring, .and the hand *. (Be batter in mornin’—bye ; tears were not faf oft', and WliTili takes a firmer,/grasp at thé staff. An* somethin’ in how she said it v caused aunty to look quickly at I Bow low-the head, boy, as you • i Jiiuk made me want U cry. the gloomy little foce on tho other would in your old age be rever­ “ But tha mornin’ brought the feVar, side of the table. “ I never can do enced.— Christian. AnJTierlittle hands were hot, ' ' An’the' pretty red uv her little cheeks it'all, I know I can’t,” 'she jirked —Gcetv into a crimson spot. .out, “ and I wouldn’t .mind ofily if John Ploughman on Perfection. ' But Bhe laid there jest ez patient will be to do again at dinner, and Mp. Spurgeon, writing under his Ez ever a woman could, . t. aftyi- supper too, and I never will signature of John Ploughman,' ex­ Takin’ whatever we give her get through, and the knives and presses the following terse and M lietter'n a grown woman would. forks are to scour this morning, homely views on'the subject of hu-; •• The days are terrible' long an' slow, An’ she’s growin’ wns in each ' and they never- do stay scoured, man perfection!- . ' . . An’now she’s jest Fslippin’ .— O dear ' . • ~~' ~ He who boasts of being perfect " . Clear away-^nt nv onr reach; - t v llien,-there chijjl, begiirrnrcS;. for is perfect, in folly. I have l>een a Every night when I kiss her, work well begun is, already half good deal up agildown in the world, Tryin’ hard not to cry, . r done, tlie knives wonif be hard to and 1 neither did see a perfect horse She says in a wa^- that kills me— brighten th.is time if a quick blight; or a perfect man, and I never shall ‘.Be better in meritin'—-bye !' “ She can’t get thro^tlie night, parson, gill does it, and you’ll not be too until two Sundays come together. late for school yet if you huny, itnd You cannot get white flour out of a So I want ye to come an' pray, • » And talk with mother a little—. aunty wiped ^some of tlie dishes I coal sack, nor perfection out of-hu­ Ton’ll know jest what to say,.. ~ herself, -white Gussie catching the man _ nature; he who looks for it . Not that the baby needs it, infeetioh of. auirty s elfterfulneAs had better lnoredmore, end, so. Gussie’s knives with a little has its black drop. ¡\very rose has Than I was w« his heartfelt welcome of aunty’s help lay there before her, its prickles, and eVei'y day its night. # To his lowljcdttage uoor. thanking her with their Bright Even the sun shows spots, and the __ blades. —. skies are darkened with clouds. Night fall« again in. the oottage ; They move in silence and dread She stopped to count them once Nobody, is so wise but he has folly , Around the room where the baby more, to be sure they were 'all enough to stock a stall at Vanity Lies panting upon her bed there, and at last put them side by Fair. Where I could not see the “ Does baby know papa, darling ?" side'in the knife box, naming than, fool’s-cap I have, nevertheless,heard And she moves her little face, With answer that showsslie knows him; and laughing to herself as she did the bells jingle. As there is no sun- But scarcely a visible trace. so, first old white handle, then slyne without some shadow, so is broken end, then old nick in the all human good mixed up with Of her wodderful infantile beauty , Remains as it was before side, that looked like John had more or less evil; even poor law The- unseen, silent messenger taken a bite out of it, and thus guardians liave their little failings, Had waited at the door. through the whole eight of them. and parish beadles are not wholly ” Papa—kiss—baby ;—I’s—so—tired.” By the time she was ready for of heavenly nature. The best wine ; The man bows low bis face. aunty to braid-her hair Ker troubles has its lees. All men’s faults are And two swollen hands are lifted . In baby’s last embrace. had fled and she was in a merry not Written on their foreheads, and humor. And into her father’s grizzled beard it’s quite as well they are not, or The little red Augers cling, Don’t yju see how easy it was hats would need wide brims; yet While her husky whispered tenderness after all, said aunty, as she combed as sure as eggs are eggs, faults of Tears from a rock weuld wring. out the tangled flaxen tresses, but some sort nestle in every man’s bo­ - Baby----- is——so----- sick-----papa— the hair pulled and the old cloud som. There is no telling when a - But—don’t—want—you—to—cry ?” crept over the face again. man's sins may show themselves, The little hands fall on the coverlet— "'Be—better—in—mornin’—bye !" “I don’t want to go to school for hares pop out of a ditch just r every day, why wont one day do ?” when you are not looking for them. , And night around baby is falling, Settling down dark->nd dense ; Many a girl bigger than you A horse that is weak in the legs Does God need their darling in heaven asks the same question, but by and may not stumble for a mile or two, That he must carry her hence ? by you will better understand the but it’s in liiin^and the rider had I prayed, with tears in my voice, meaning of the "verses you spoke better hold him up well. The tab- As the corporal solemnly knelt, last Friday. Can’t you say them by cat is not lapping milk just now, With such grief as never before for me again, said aunty ? but leave the dairy door open, and ' His great warm heart had felt. O, yes. we will see if she is not as bad a Oh ! frivolous men and women ! Her trials gone again like bub­ thief as the kitten. There’s fire in Do you know that around you, and bles, nigh— ' v v the flint, cool as it looks; wait till .. Alike from the humble and'iianghty •* Over and over again the steel gets a knock at, and you Goeth up evermore the cry : Whichever way I turn, will see. Everybody can read that My child, my precious, my darling, I always find in the Book of life riddle, but it is not everybody that How can I let yon die?" Some leaaon which I must leain, will remember to keep his gunpow­ Oh ! hear ye the white lips whisper— I must take my turn at the wheel, • ‘‘Be—better—in—mornin’—bye I" der out out of the way-of the I must grind ont the golden grain, ; —L bandbb 8. Coax. candle. ”—A. Y. Observer. I must work at my task with Christian Family resolute will Over and over again." Gussie’s Trials. t Wiping the disbfs is one of thqm, r" and there is always a look of dis- ---- may elmeing the sunshine out of the blue eyes and drawing down the rosebud mouth when aunty gives her the towel to dry the great pile of wet plates and cups just out .of. the dishwater. ■ •' But,on this particular morning everything had gone wrong, for Gussfe (lid not get up when called but just opened her sleepy eyes to shut them again for a second nap, , \ A non . The Old Man. Bow low the head, boy Y do rever­ ence to the old man. Once like, you, the vicissitudes of life have silvered the hair, and changed the round, merry face to the worn visage before ybu. Once that heart beat with aspirations coequal to any that you have felt—aspira­ tions crushed by disappointment, as yours are, perhaps, destined to Serves him Right. " Single or double, life’s full of trouble,” hath an ancient proverb well said. No matter what a man’s talent, or education, or experience may be, it is impossible for him to straggle successfully with a hole in a stocking. There are difficulties connected with, it which feminine geniiis alone can combat Ithaspeculiaritiesunsharedbyany rent or aperture that ever ^appears in any other description of garment. If any other part of the attire meets MK JUNE 7, 1877. . ♦ - with misfortune, and requires to be Aunt Polloy’s Bread. reconstructed by the aid of needle I always make my bt'ead withJ and thread, the materials are..all there. If the disaster takes the rich, sweet milk, for you can’t make shape of a plain elit, if its edges are good things out ofpoorbnes; don’t, as .jagged as a streak of ltehteningf economize on tl}q necessaries <^f life, or if it appears in the form of aS I SW- If yo^l , liufst have economy,. old-fashioned winklehawk, ¡t do without cake, but make J your nevertheless only an affair of a sim­ bread of good materials. Let the ple seam, and no very great taleift milk Itoil—I generally'al low a pint for sewing is required. But a hole­ fora loaf—ami while it is cooling in a stocking is an entirely differ­ throw in a lump of butter as large ent matter. Here there are no two as a walnut, and a toaspuonl’ul of areas of material with sharply mark­ salt. .XV ben it is nearly cold, pour ed shore lines, distirft-t capes and in your bread-tray and arid a "mail bays aitd peninsulas nicely fitting teacup of baker’s yeast amj a table- into each other, to guide the-mender spoonfui of sugar. Work in flour and show him where and» how to enougrit to enable yon to mould it put theiil together._____ . __ Jllbjnto loaves, alter it is raisr-d^bqt In the Stocking a single thread do not have it too stiff Then sét breaks. Nothing is lost, riothiqg is it aside, covered with a clean towel, gone, and yet instantly there is va­ to' rise. It is better to nüike your cancy, vacufh. Not a shrednrf cot­ bfead at night, for if you hurry ton,mot a figment of wool, has dis­ if hy putting it too near the fire it appeared, yet there is the' hole, will be sour, b tell the (Jiildreil round as a circle, empty as space, sometimes that~b*read is naturally enigmatical,, bewildering, disheart­ lazy; you can’t Euriy it; ft must • ,have its time. • . . ■ ' - :* ' ening. . . ' Tlm-quAtion is noir, how it can - Tim rg-xt morning mould the be filled up. It is one ^ith which dough into1 a nice loaf and put it in ■ z no masculine intellect should at­ the pan to rise. Be sure that you ' tempt to grapple. The mind of give it time enough ^dofi’t hurry it. man may be equal to the invention While, the bread is risirtg, keep yotor eye on tlie oven. Don’t let it of tlie electric telegraph, he may build great eitfrs, arid measure . the be too hot.. It-lakes -nearly three distance to the sim, but “tht intri- quarters of an hour to bitke a-loaf- caries of daminga hole-in a stock­ of this size, niailg with a pinto of ing are beyond the iftterindst limits milk, and when it comes out of the of his genius. ■ oven it should be a light chestnut ■; He is more helpless than a spider. brown. The'latter could -go to , work and. _ _ Mrs. Gay said the jprust^f my. • • • 1 .1 * I * sppn a web over the orifice., and | loaves are like the Vienna Baking ; a.. repair •_ I. thus it neatly if not ... substari;' • but for my part, I don’t see why tially. But only the deft fingers of ’American bread shouldn't be just 2 _ a woman can really do the work as' as good as Vienna bread. If you - it ought, to be done. She alone want a. pan of nice buisc it »set knows how to gather up those re­ aside some of the dough before you » calcitrant stitches, how to wiggle add all the flour that is necessaMr • and twistj>nd.coax a ueedle ill and. . for your bread; add to tliis three. out until every one is caught, and or four Oggs and a little more lut­ then how-to weave the thread back­ ter. Knead witlVI-ss flour than ward and forward,- in, across, and for bread. \\ ben it is light,- knead# < around, until the offending hole has it again ; indeed^róu may knead it " disappeared, and the stocking is two or three times in the course of once more in condition to be worn. the day, but after it is moulded It may have been that women were into buscuits and set aside to > to... expressly created for the purpose of give plenty of time, so as to lx; «ire contending with this stocking diffi­ they are perfectly light before put­ culty. But the discussion of this ting in the oven. * question would carry us away from Try my receipt and when you the purpose of our article. have provided your family with ' She is, however, the only means good bread you will not need the so far discovered of getting the doctor to cure them of dyspepsia.— thing done properly; and will also Christian Intellifjeneer. remain so, notwithstanding the fact some would-be benefactor of the Sleep for Children. human race has recently invented a Many farmers make a mistake in darning machine. But its opera­ giving their children no more sleep tion js so tedious and the work so than they allow to themselves. clumsy that women can well afford Childhood requires more sleep than to sneer at bo contemptible a rival maturity. The infant does well Man, being a stocking-w earing when it sleeps pretty much all the animal, can not afford to be a inis- ogarnist. The unanimous senti­ time. As yeara increase less sleep ment must be, “ Serves him right” is demanded, till we arrive to second childhood, when sleep, as an Harper’» Weekly. old Greek philosopher expressed it, hands us over to his twin brother, Mother Love. death, Rousing up boys at four Ah, reader, there is a love that oi five o clock of & winter’s morning hath no tinge Of selfishness. A and sending them out to do chores, love that never dieth; that eling- or on the mountain for a load of eth when hope is dead and joy hath wood, is a sin against humanity? fled ; a love that never faileth, but It brings on disease and premature is always burning brightest when old age. We- see many laboring you need it most. But it is not men at forty or fifty yeara of age conjugal love; it is pot paternal bent over an<| walking as though affection; it is mother love, and it it was a tax ’0# their energies to sustaineth you when’ all else fails. drag orte foot after the other. One • Cherish it tenderly, nourish it con­ great reason is that they have dis­ stantly, consider it well. counted the hours that should have Othei! loves will fail you, but been allotted to sleep. Ii a farmer i this will not.. Other loves have m&kes it a rule.to get up-in .season selfish motives, this has none. Let to hear the matin song of birds he your right hand forget its cunning should also make it a rale to go to and your tongue cleave to the roof bed at the same time with the of your mouth ere you trample feathered bipeds. Every . man -upon or in any. way wound this should study his one constitution,' - holy passion that hath naught of and eat, sleep and work in such self in it—M rs . D uniway , in proportion as to make the most of . “ Ddna and John.” life.— The Household. ., J I r & t * t » i A