The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 8, 1869 Page: 3 of 4
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Children, obey your Parents in all tilings in tho Lord} for ttiis is right* hov© ono another.
The Home Advocate*
For Youth and Children.
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5We request Ministers of the Gos-
pel and Teachers to act as our agents,
and assist us in getting the Advocate
1 nto every family,
We invite communications on
subjects adapted to the character of our
paper.
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Children, tell it to your parents ;
parents, make it known to your
children ; reader, declare it to your
neighbors, as it is published in the
streets of Jefferson, that the Iloine
Advocate is a success, and that ev-
ery family in the land ought to
have it.
'We are informed by a friend in
Dallas, that Rev. T. M. Smith, paBtor
of the Methodist Church at that
place, is looking up a club of ten
little boys and girls who are not
able to pay for a paper, at the sug-
gestion of some benevolent person
who proposes to forward the names
and money to the Ilome Advocate,
for them. This is a good move, and
we take the liberty of saying that
Bro. Kelly will authorize us to add
one paper to every such club,
making eleven. We hope the exam-
ple will be followed in every town
and neighborhood in the country.
Who will be next ?
UNCLE FRANK TO THE CHILDREN.
Dear little friends, you will be
greatly disappointed this week at
not having a visit through the
Advocate from Mother " Mentor"
"Aunt Fanny," or J. H. J. The
latter could not visit you this time
on account of a call from some
" Backwoodsman " who requests an
answer to some queer questions.
You may expect to hear from him
next week. We have uo doubt that
"Aunt Fanny" and "Mentor" are
on the way, in company with Uncle
Sam. But he is such a drunkard of
late, and so unreliable, that there ib
little dependence to be put in him.
Sometimes he goes to sleep by the
way and stays at one place several
weeks. But after all, he is not such
a sleeper as Rip Van Winkle was.
We guess they will all be in with
their budgets about Saturday—that
is the best time for them to come for
next week's entertainment.
You have, however, a nice little
letter from our young friend " Prai-
rie ;" answers to Scriptural ques-
tions by several Sunday School
pupils; "The Lost Child," a little
story full of interest ; besides several
other short instructive articles.
Read them all. Then see who of you
can solve the following puzzle, giv n
by a little boy : Put fifteen pigs in
four pens, and have an odd number
in each pen. When you find out
how to do it, send the solution to
" Uncle Frank," Homo Advocate
Office, Jefferson, Texas.
The Galveston News wants to
know where the wild pigeons go,
and offers a pigeon pie to any one
who will tell him where they have
been. We answer—they go "to
roost," and that is where they have
been. Scud up your pie, Mr. News,
and if you can't catch the pi'geona,
oysters will do.
Peep-Eye «ays some people go to
church now jutit in time to get the
appointment for the next meeting.
ANSWER TO SCRIPTURAL ViUES-
TIONS.
SECOND SERIES.
4. It is said that salt was an ev-
everlasting covenant before the Lord,
in Numbers 18, 10.
5. It was Cornelius, that saw the
vision, in Cesarea. Acts, 10, 1.
6. A man was thrown into Elisha's
sepulchre, and when he touched his
bones they revived up, and Elisha
stood upon his feet. 2 Kings, 13, 21.
Answered by Eliza J. McFarlin,
Vergie Schluter, Adella Kelsey,
Jimmy Murphy, and Alouzo Kelsey.
THIRD SERIES.
7th. There is a certain tree, that
it is said that under it shall dwell
all fowl of every wing. What tree
was it, and in what mountain was it
plauted ?
Ans. A good cedar tree planted on
the mountain of the heights of Israel.
Ezekiel, 17, 23.
8. Whose sin was it that was
written with a pen of iron, and with
the point of a diamond ? and how
did these children remember, their
altars ?
Ans. Judah's sin. Their children
remembered their altars and groves
by the green trees upon the high
hills ; but it is not said that they
remembered their parents. Jere-
miah, 17, 1-9.
9. Who was it that stood upon
his watch, and waited for an answer
from tho Lord ? and what was the
answer ?
Ans. Habakkuk. The Lord told
him to write the vision and make it
plain upon tables, that he may run
that readeth. llab., 2, 1-2.
Answered by Josie Hamil, Adella
Kelsey, Eliza J. McFarlin, Vergie
Schluter, and Alonzo Kelsey.
Note—The name of Miss Vergie
Schluter was omitted last week, by
oversight Miss Emma Rowell sent
in answers to first series this week.
Let aU the answers to questions be
sent in as soon as possible after the
questions are published.
For the Home Advocate.
Dallas, Texas, March 9th, 69.
Mr. Editor—Being away off in the
prarie, 1 felt very lonesome, and
thought of my friend, The Home Ad-
vocate, I concluded that I would in-
form you of a circumstance, in regard
to a little boy's conversion. It was
on God's blessed day—3 beautiful
Sabbath morning, when one of God's
most perfect luminaries (the sun)
was spreading abroad its blessed
rays throughout the universe. It
was in Sabbath School ; all faces
seemed bright and joyful, but one.
He was a classmate of mine. His
face was dim ; sorrow was there.
The leader of our Sabbath School
called us to prayer, when my little
friend raised his soul and heart to
God, .and He washed them in the
blood of the Lamb. When he arose
his face was bright ; no sorrow
there. His eyes sparkled. The
change was so great that I have to
compare him to Jesus when he ap-
peared before his disciples. His face
was so bright that they could not
behold it until he put a veil over it.
I wouid say to my little friends,
that if they will pray with faith, God
will hear their prayer. May God
bless them, is tho prayer of your
little friend, PRAIRIE.
A reading people will become a
thinking people, and the* they arc
capable of becoming ft rational and
a great people.
THE LOST CUILl).
BT KXIE.
"Where's Ilarvcy ?" What a stir
and bustle it made in that household.
What a blank silence followed, as
tho members looked at each other,
without an answer to suit it. How
every room, cupboard and closet in
the house from basement to garret,
was searched. And even to tho bu-
reau drawers, and the chimney, and
tho bandboxes—they came under the
general search. You know people
do very odd, queer things sometimes,
when under excitement. But they
searched in vain ; and though uo
words were uttered, you could read
in the pale, sad fact's, tho terrible
thoughts-- Lost I Lost in the great
streets of Pittsburgh ! It was the
only alternative ; and reluctantly
accepted you may be sure.
It was a beautiful Sabbath day.—
And all nature seemed teeming with
praise to God. It had showered on
the eveuing previous, and the streets
still bore traces of it. Friends from
the country had been there several
days. The older children were at
Sabbath school, at the Second Pres-
byterian Church, then located on the
corner of Smith field street and Dia-
mond Alley, for the circumstances of
which I speak occurred some twentj-
nine or thirty years ago. Pittsburgh
was not then the great city it is now,
nevertheless it was large enough to
be lost in, never again to be found.
Mother was busy superintending the
dinner and had left Harvey in tho
parlor with his father and the guests.
She, of course, did not miss him; his
father did, but concluded in his own
mind that he was with his mother ;
so he was not missed until an hour
after, when they were called to din-
ner ; and not seeing him, his mother
naturally inquired for him, using tho
words with which this article opens.
Dear knows where and into what
danger the little mischief might
wander ;n that length of time.
" I have not seen him since you
left the room," in answer to his wife's
words, and with a troubled, startled
look.
" Where's Harvey ? Where can
he be ?" she repeated again and
again, her heart throbbing wildly
with fearful apprehensions which her
disturbed imagination painted in viv-
id colors. She pictured a hundred
lates of her darling, and in each of
which she saw him a mangled, bleed-
ing corpse. Imagination's pictures
are always high-colored in all their
varied and unlimited forms. Never
indulge in imagination, children. If
you do, you will find yourself stumb-
ling over disappointments all your
days.
Not only their own, but the neigh-
boring houses were searched and the
street, but to no purpose. Harvey,
the pet, the darling of tho household
was lost 1
" Perhaps he has followed the chil-
dren to Sabbath-school," suggested
Mrs. Peterson.
" Quite likely," choerfully replied
Grandpa, catching the idea at once,
in pretty much the same way that
drowning people catch at straws,
and by way of consolation to the
excited mother.
In the meantime some oue had
gone to the Sabbath-school to ascer-
tain whether Harvey had gone thith-
er. But no; Harvey was not there.
Still there was more bustle and hur-
ry, and white faces, and quivering
lips. A fervent prayer followed
Mary and Lottie, from the heart of
their teacher, Agnes Fleming, in be-
half of tho little wanderer.
Soon the town waB all astir, and
the ringing of the bell, and the cry
—" Child lost 1 child lost 1" rang out
upon the air of that beautiful June
day—a day too lovely to know sor-
row.
The dining room was deserted at
Petersons, and the dinner left to care
for ifself. Little Harvey said in af-
ter years he " saved ono meal."
On that eventful day his mother
walked the floor in agony and tears.
Nannie and Lizzio on cither side
striving, in their childish way, to
comfort her, great tears stealing
down their checks once in ft while.
Lottie stationed herself at the win-
dow with biasing cheeks that told of
the intensity of lier thoughts and
feelings, and gazed with strained
eyes down the street, to catch a
glimpse of a fairy form and a bit of
blue. Willie and Mary, with others
of the household, joined in tho search
or at least in the crowd,
" Why, why, what's wrong, litt'c
girl T What's wrong ?" " Oh 1 oh!"
sobbed Mary, unable to clearly artic
ulate a word.
" Mary Peterson!" ho exclaimed in
surprise, as sho turned her tear-wet
cheek up to his. " Mary Peterson
crying in tho street! 1 can't com-
prehend it ! What is the cause ?
How does it come ?"
" 0, Mr. Floyd we've lost Harvey 1"
she cried with quiveriug lips. She
then toid him, as well as she was
able, all that had happened. The
gentleman was an intimate friend of
the family, and thought almost as
much of little Harvey as he did of
his own little boys, and he now join-
ed heartily in tho searcli, though for
all that he would have douo tho saute
for any beggar's child.
" Mary, you go that street, and I
will turn down bore, and we'll meet
at the corner below," he said in hia
own quick way, after a moment's
thought.
It so happened that Mary turned
on Wood street. As she came op-
posite the stage office, crying bitter-
ly the while, the clerk, who was sit-
ting in the door, kindly inquired who
she was, and the cause of her dis-
tress.
" I am Mary Peterson, sir, and
have lost my youngest brother. He
has been lost almost two hours. 0,
I'm afraid we'll never find him—boo-
o-o-o-o 1"
" Squire Peterson's daughter V
" Yes, sir."
" How old was your brother?"
" Only a little over a year old, 1
think."
" Oh well, come in here and see if
this stray catamount—or angel—
looks anything like your brother,"
leading the way into the office.
0, joy ! there lay little Harvey,
calmly sleeping—leveling among tho
sweet scenes of dreamland, for his
face wus a perfect mirror of smiles
that encircled his cherry lips and
chased each other over his dimpled
cheeks. His hair all disheveled, the
white round arms coming out in a
pretty contrast with his bluo dress;
two tiny feet peeping out from be-
neath his slip, all soiled with muddy
water. This constituted scene first.
It was an affecting sight, and one
which any painter might delight to
reproduce on canvass—tho fair hair-
ed girl arid the sleeping child—the
latter as described—the former sob-
bing for very joy, kissing, eiubrac
ing almost to smothering the child,
and thanking its preserver, each and
all alternately and together. The
clerk said he never saw a more beau-
tiful picture than those three scenes
presented—one already described.
The second. Tho clerk was sitting
in tl>e office door reading. The sta-
ges had just started out. By some
strange coincidence he happened to
look up and espied little Harvey, in
the middle of the street, toddleing
along, bare-headed, bare-shouldered,
bare-footed, in eminent danger every
moment of being crushed and tram-
pled by the stages and their firy
steeds. In uis hand he held a small
cane or stick with which he was try-
ing to throw water, and at tho same
time wading into every muddy pool
he could find; for, as I told you, it
had reigned the night previous. The
clerk started toward him, and the
little fellow laughed and clapped
his hands in high glee. Tho gentle-
man snatched him in his arms, and,
sitting him down on the side walk,
said : " There little one, you toddle
off home," and sat down to his book.
Ho was surprised to find Harvey, a
few moments after, clambering up
the steps and nestling down beside
him. The gentleman began to ques-
tion him, and was stili more surpris-
ed to find that he could not talk a
word. He sat him on the lonnge in
the office, with something to amuse
him, and when he again turned to
look at his little protege, be was
fast asleep.
« * * •
Alter the first outburst of joy, Ma-
ry snatched the child in her arms,
and quick as an arrow, hounded
through the door into the street. But
she was not permitted to deliver the
little wanderer to those anxiously
waiting at home. Mr. Floyd over-
taking her, snatched tho child from
her arms and ran homo (its heme)
with it as fast as he was able, con-
sidering his somewhat portly wise.
He bore the pot and darling of tho
household Bafcly to its mother's
arms amid % crowd of joyous spec-
tators and a band of thankful
friends.
I would add that tho boy grew to
bo a man—a good, a moral, a re-
ligious man. He is now a zealous
Christian, a member of the M. E.
Church, beloved by all as a brother
aud class leader.
1 pray that all my little boy and
girl readers will lollow my hero's ex-
ample and bccomu good, aeslous
Christians. I don't want them to
wait till they grow up to bo men ami
women before they begin, either.—
Even now, as I wiite, an envelope
hearing my uddress is handed me.—
I open it expecting, as a matter of
course, to read; but no, it is but to
gaze. Not a scrap of a pen accom-
panies it. It is a fine life picture—
a photograph of soma one. I well
know it is the same as ho of whom
1 am scribbling. It is tho onco lit-
tle Harvey.
Now, if you wouldn't call it " add-
ing feet to a snake," and if you
could bear patiently with me, and
keep those blue, or black, or gray
eyes of yours open for a few mo-
ments longor, I would draw a com-
parison and au illustration. But if
you cannot, why I'll excuse you till
morning, and finish before you go to
Sunday-school.
You know littlo boys and girls
sometimes stray from the right path
as well as big people. And when
they stray away from tho path of
love, truth and obedience, on how
much sorrow there is in heaven. How
the kind Jesus, who onco took littlo
children in His arms and tlest them,
weeps and feels sadder aud more
grieved than any mother, lather,
brother, sister or friend could feel —
And sometimes when they have
strayed far from tho right path, they
cannot content themselves with
wading into every pool of sin alone;
but they take a cauo or stick—word
or deed—and throw their sins on all
who como in their way. They run
into danger as though they were
blind. And, too, they would be
crushed by tho wheels of Satan's
chariot if some good ungel did not
find them and carry them back to
the fold and to tho straight and nar-
row path. Then such rejoicing over
the one sinner—one child that repent
eth ! The golden harps aro tuned
anew and a new song is sung.
.
The Fhitit ok Care.—A poor girl
in California picked up the cutting
of a grapo vine, thrown into the road,
in order to drive her mule with. Sho
carried it home, aud though it was
wilted and worn, and appeared good
for nothing, she stuck it in the
ground. " It has a littlo lifo left."
she said, " I will try and savo it."
So sho watered it, and watched it,
and traiued it, and took as much
care of it us if it were tho most
promising shoot in the world.
Well, now did it reward her 1 In
ono year after it was six years old,
it bore five thousand bnuches of
grapes, and each bunch weighed ono
pound ; theso on being sold, brought
her a thousand pounds.
How many a poor, vagabond,
seemingly worthless child, might bo
saved by a little care ! Let us net
pass by these " worthless " ones of
society. There is " a littlo life left
yot," let us " try aud savo it." Tho
dead Redeemer thought no one too
lowly to be cared for by him.
A little boy admires a cuff on a
lady's wrist much more than on his-
«wu car.
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Patillo, F. J. The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 8, 1869, newspaper, April 8, 1869; Jefferson, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth235537/m1/3/: accessed May 7, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.