The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, May 7, 1869 Page: 3 of 4
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Ohildren, obey your Parents in all things in the Lord, for this is right, Love one another.
The Home _A.dvocate«
For Youth au<l Children.
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For the Home Advoc&ttf.
TO THE CHILDREN.
I have been thinking of you to-
day children, and now for a little
talk, the days work is done, and all
is still. The stars have come out one
by one until the heavans are glorious,
The inoon is not so bright yet as to
dim their brightness. I have felt
glad that God made so many beau-
tiful things for us to took at. that
He gave us the faculties to appreci-
ate and admire his work's. Then
when wo look at ourselvs, see what
skill and wisdom displayed. Our
bodies are the soul's house. God
made the body for that part of us
which cannot die to live in, and do
you know the body and the soul be-
long to him, for he made both. Yes
we ail belong to God and I am glad
of it, for he is so good and kind, and
wants us to be good and kind too
Now remember you are God's-child
by creation, and he loves you more
than your father and mother do.
He is able and willing to do more
for you than your parents can possi-
bly do; they are blessings from our
heavenly Father; he put that great
love in their hearts for their chil-
dren. So you see everything good
comes from God. The tin}' flower,
that lifts its modest head by the way
side; the birds which sing so merri-
ly all the day long; the fruit that
looks so tempting to you—all show
his goodness to us. We should love
him, more than all else; we should
fear to offend him, he is our best
friend. II we do wickedly he is pa-
tient and bears with us and gives
us a chancc to do better; after while
he will punish ns for our sins. You
may be a blessing children in your
homes' and in the place where you
live; you may do good in a great
many ways; you can be like those po-
lite little boys Aunt Fannie wrote
about, and feel all the better for the
act of courtesy.
I would not have you like a boy I
heard of once, who went to church,
and sat only a few minutes, and then
talked out to the annoyance of all in
church; and he did not go away, but
commenced jumping in the church
yard. He was over five feet high,
lie perhaps was never taught that
the house of God was a sacred place.
I do hope none of you dear little
children will so affend your kind Cre-
ator, so mortify your parents as to
misbehave in church. Some little
boys and girls have not christian
parents to instruct them, and we
must have charity for them.
Dear children I am afraid you will
get tired listening to my dull talk,
but I know nothing so much con-
cerns you as a proper knowledge of
your duty to God. I would be glad
to sec every child happy as the day
is long, and there is but one way to
be happy, and that is in keeping his
commandments. When you find you
are getting into bad habits ask God
to help you get rid of them; his word
for it he will help you. "Ask and you
shall receive." You all want to bo
well thought of—do right and good
people will think well of you. Keep
the eleventh commandment, and the
golden rule, and you will get along
smoothly and usefuly. I know of a
nice little girl, she is so kind at home,
.^Ite has a little sister and brother
less than she is, and you would love
her if you could sec how patient and
carcful she is with them; her mother
is afflicted, Bhe cheerfully waits on
her, and the little ones, and always
has her Sabbath School lesson; sho
will make a uaeful woman; she is
forgetting self in making others hap-
py. Make somebody happy every
day, and at the close of each day
you will bo happier yourself.
Uncle Frank has acted on this
principle, he wants you children to
be useful and happy, and has fixed
up a nice paper for you to read. Oh
you southron children, improve your
minds, le men and women worthy of
the land of your birth, your minds
are all you can call your own with
certainty, improve every faculty
that you may be prepared for the
work that awaits you. You can be
noble, high-minded christian gentle-
meu and ladies—aim for that. Let
your every act be one which will
bear inspection, without shame to
you.
MKNTOIl.
We can vouch for the children,
that they don't get tired listening
to the motherly talk of their good
friend Mentor. Say on.—Editor.
.
For the Home Advocate.
MORNING.
Poets have sung of "rosy fingered
morn." Writers of fiction tried to
portray its beauty in glowing words.
But why such vain attempts, when
they only make obscure that which
Nature herself portrays in such sim-
plicity, that the commonest mind
may behold and understand!
Yet the child of sensibility, the ad-
mirer of Nature, and the lover of all
God's grand and glorious works arise
from his bed and walk out, and for
himself behold the golden, glorious
light as it breaks upon the Eastern
sky, and gradually emancipating
darkness and gloom, spreads its rosy
wing over all the earth. Where is a
heart so dull, so dispassionate,that it
desires not to behold this beauty?
Where the leaden-lidded eyes that
cannot, will not open to see all its
glory? Where the soul, that in be-
holding does not feel all enraptured
with the scene? and while thus enrap-
tured, will not pour forth in grate-
ful prayer and praise the warmest
emotions to its Maker?
In the morning the mind is fresh
and vigorous. Our Maker has wise-
ly given us the hour of darkness for
repose, that we may rest our weary
limbs by "tired nature's sweet re-
storer, balmy sleep."
And are we not infringing upon
his rights when we "doze holy tirno
a\vay."?—those precious hours of
beauty and freshness!
'Tis at this early hour the devoted
heart loves most to rise in holy pray-
er to its Great Original. And as the
grand luminary of day gilds the
Eastern sky with his golden rays,
this heart prays that the Sun of
righteousness may thus arise within
it and dispel the shades that gather
there, and diffuse His gladness
throught the soul.
There is a morning in the life of
man. It is when the gentle dews of
heaven nourish the tender plant, and
the rays of the rising sun play in
dimpling smiles upon the undevel-
oped features of childhood.
The liquid brightness of the eye is
yet in its native purity, the tender '
susceptible heart is yet in its inno-
cence. IIow precious, how beautiful
the moments of life's first dawning.
How narrowly should they be
watched over, and tho soft tender
twig taught to grow as it must stand,
While with careful haud every un-
wholesomo weed or poisonous insoct
should ho removed. And in this pure
untainted element, how beautifully it
develops the rays of light within,
just as the bright morning rises into
day.
Children, do you love the morning?
Do you sec its beauties?
MISS MARY.
EVENING.
The sun has crossed the meridian
and now recedes adown the Western
sky, oh how grand! how beautiful.
The soft blue ether as gentle as the
softest, sweetest notes of the fluto,
drawn forth by the well timed breath
of a gentlo Cynthalia. Artists in
emulation of each other may exert
their utmost faculties to imitate the
sublime splendor of the setting sun,
but in despair would drop tho pen-
cil inadequate to the task.
Tho rays of light, almost as soft
now as moonbeams, spreading far
and wide throughout the earth which
is just growing green with the verd-
ure of Spring, lend to tho scene
just such a glow of transparent beau-
ty uud indescribable sublimity as the
God of Nature alone may attempt
with success.
Now we turn our eyes to the East,
and there rising like lofty pyramids,
are the fleecy hazel clouds with pink
and purple margin which reflect so
beautifully the gentle brightness of
the sun.
There are other scenes and
thoughts peculiar to the evening.
The gay, frolicsome children are hast-
ing homo from school, their merry
singing laugh plainly evincing how
light and happy their young hearts
are in the morning of life.
How much shadow and sunshine
is yet ahead!
I see the weary farmer trudging
cheerily, singing as he goes to his
happy "country cot" where he shall
meet refreshment and repose. Tho
man of business too, tired of the dull
monotony of books and walls, and
glad to escape, takes a peep at the
setting sun, and seeks this hour in
preference to all others for his enjoy-
ment and recreation. All is calm and
still, Nature sinks to rest The chil-
dren of earth seek shelter and re-
pose. But how many are seeking
rest for tho last evening of life? It
has surely come to many. And while
you and I retire to night we know
not that we shall behold the light of!
another day. How uncertain is life.
Evening then is tho most appro-
priate season for supplicating pray-
er, for forgiveness of past follies,
and for the protection of an Almighty
arm during the shades of night.
Evening, blessed sacred hour!
Time for songs of praise, time for solemn
prayer,
Time for meditation sweet, time for god-
ly fear.
Rise then my soul lift up thine eye,
To heaven thy tribute bring;
For thou another day art spared,
Arise, awake and sing.
MISS MARY.
Tyler, Texas.
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The Children will of course all read |
the an count of the Suuday School Celc-
bration at Marshall, on the preceding j
page, and divide part of this page with
their older friends.
TRUSTING IN GOD.
Only good the Father semlcth
To the children of his care;
Ami they are all hid dear children;
Ho provideth everywhere
For His little ones,
Glvlug bread Instead of stone*.
Adding also many a sorrow
As a blessing in disguise,
Could wo see the hand beneath us
Bearing up our agonies,
Guiding us aright
Through t^e dark tempestoua night.
We should trust Him then, and trust
Him
Ever—not when billows roll
Alone—but when the sunshine flatters
All the pi ospeet of tho soul—
For temptation hides
Most where mostthe light abides.
SOWING"l.lTTLK SEEDS.
Little Bessie had got a present of
a new book, and she eagerly opened
it to look at tho first picture. It
was tho picture of a boy sitting by
tho side of a stream, and throwing
seeds into tho water.
"I wonder what this picture is
about," said she; "why does the boy
throw seeds into tho water?"
"0! I know," said her brother Ed-
ward, who hud been looking at the
book; "he is sowing the seeds of
water-lilies."
"But how small tho seeds look,"
said Bessie. "It seems strange that
such large plants should grow from
such little tilings."
"You aro just sowing such tiny
seeds every day, Bessie, and they
will como up large, strong plants af-
ter a while," said her father.
"0, no. father, 1 have not planted
any seeds for a long while."
"I have seen my daughter sow a
number of seeds to day."
Bessie looked puzzled, and her
father smiled and said:
"Yob; I have watched you planting
flowers, and seeds, and weeds to-
day."
"Now I know that your are jok-
ing, for I would not plant ugly
weeds."
"I will tell you what I moan.
When you laid aside that interesting
book, and attended to what your
mother wished done, you were sow-
ing seeds of kindness and love.
When you broke the dish that you
knew your mother valued, and came
instantly and told hor, you were
sowing the seeds of truth. When
you took the cup of cold water to
the poor woman at tho gate, you
were sowing seeds of mercy. These
are all beautiful flowers, Bessie.
Hut I hope my little girl has been
planting tho great tree of 'love to
God," and that she will tend and
watch it until its branches reach the
skies and meet before His throne."
"And the weeds, father?"
"When you were impatient with
baby, you sowed the seeds of ill-tem-
per, when you waited some time af-
ter your mother called you, you sowed
disobedience and selfishness. These
are all noxious weeds. Pull them
up. Do not let them grow in your
garden."
KNOW YOU KNOW IT-
The trouble with most folks is,
that they get their opinions second
hand, and never have any reason for
their faith, llcnce they aro tossed
about ou cvory sea. Ward Bcecher
tolls ua how he was cured of this
propensity when a boy, by a teacher
who was himself picked up at a
Canada stable by a West Point pro-,
ftiBBor, and educated at that Acade-
my. Beechor has not always clung
to hia advice, but- it is worth adher-
ing to nevertheless. Thus ho tells
thestoryin The ledger:
"I first went to the blackboard, un-
certain, soft, full of whimpering.
'That lesson must be learnedho
Raid, in a very quiet tone, but with
terrible intensity, and with tho cer-
tainty of fate. All explanations and
Excuses ho trod under foot with ut-
ter scomfulness." 'I want that prob-
lem. 1 don't want any reasons why
I don't get it"
" *1 did study it two hours.'
" 'That's nothing to me; I want
the lesson. You need not study it at
all, or you may study it ten hours—
just to suit yourself. 1 want tho les-
son. Underwood go to tho black-
board!"
" '0 yes, but Underwood got some-
body to show him his Icbbou.'
" 'What do I care how you get it?
That's your business but you must
have it."
"In the midst of a lesson his cold
and calm voico would fall upon mo
in tho midst of a demonstration—
'No/' I hesitated, stopped and then
wont back to tho beginning; and ou
reaching tho samo spot again—'No."
uttered with tho tone of perfect con-
viction, barred my progress. 'The
next!' and I sat down in red jconfu-
sion. He, too, was stopped with 'No!'
but went right on; finished, and, as
ho sat down, wus rewarded with,
'Very well.'
" 'Why,' whimpered I, 'I recited it
just, as ho did and you said 'No!' "
'"Why didn't you say 'Yes' and
stick to it? It is not enough to know
your lesson. You must know that
you know it! You have learned
nothing till you aro sure. If all tho
world says, 'iVo,'your business is to
say'Tea,' and to prove il\"'
Johnny Allen and Sidney Thomas
have opened Lake City llefresh-
ment Room on Dallas Street, where
Ice Cream and delicacies of every
kind can be had at any time. The
patronago of the ladies, as well as
gentlemen, ia solicited.
A Good Deal ok DIkfkuknce.—"It
makes a good deal of difiorence,"
said Mr. Moody, "whether you tako
hold of God or whether God takes
hold of you. My little girl to-vlay re-
fused to let rac take hold of her hand
when we were walking together.
She thought she could go alone.
But when we came to a place that
was slippery, she took hold, first of
my little finger, and then, as it grew
more icy, of my whole hand, As we
went on, and it was growing worse,
she let go entirely, and said, 'Papa,
take hold of me.' She knew that I
was strong, and that sho Could not
fall unless 1 fell Now," said he, "I
have been slipping, slipping, for the
last eleven years, and the reason is,
that I have not put my hand into the
hand of God. I have been trying
to take hold of Him, but not asking j
Him to take hold cf me. As long as I
He has hold of my hand I can't fall. !
He would have to be disenthroned j
first. If our hands are placed in j
Ilis whose throne is in Heaven, we I
never can fall down into hell."
SAYING THE BIG PRAYERS.
In tho last number of your paper,
I read an article from the pen of
Brother Green, on "Family Prayer,"
which brought to mind an incident
which touched me, and perhaps may
prove beneficial to some of your read-
ers.
After the session of our annual
Conference at Meridian, I extended
my tour up tho country to visit rela
tives and friends. At tho house of
one of them, after spending a social
evening, the Bible was placed on the
table, and after reading a portion of
Scripture we all knelt beforo God in
thanksgiving and prayer. On my
return I spent another evening with
the same family. Again the Biblo
was placed on the table, and a
bright eyed boy, over whose head
six summers scarco had passed,
stepped forward and said, "Father!
father! I think you ought to sen/ tho
prayers this time." He replied, "I do
say my prayers, son." 0, but I mean
tho big prayers!"
Now, if parents think the "little
cherubs" that prattle so sweetly
around their hearth-stones do not no-
tice these omissions of duty, thpy are
mistaken; and if they wish them to
be useful members of society they
should make the impression strong
upon their infant minds, that "God
is a spirit, and they that worship
him must worship him in spirit and
in truth." That parents who havo
been living in the neglect of this all-
important duty may think, and Re-
gin, uud continue it, is the sincere
prayer of ,T. J. GRACE.
Whistler, Feb. 15, 1809.
Answers to Scripture Qucstonsde- i
ferred till next week. i
"0, mother, I love you so much.
It seems to me I have been gone a
long time, and now you look so home*
That was a cruel mistake the dear
loving son of a widowed mother
made in trying to use a most endear-
ing word.
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Patillo, F. J. The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, May 7, 1869, newspaper, May 7, 1869; Jefferson, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth235541/m1/3/: accessed May 5, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.