The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, August 27, 1869 Page: 3 of 4
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Children, obey your [Parents in all things in the Lord, for thi.s is
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The Home _A.dvocate«
For Youth and Children.
For the Homo Advocate.
TO T1IE BOYS.
Boys, Aunt Funny has a special
message for you. I was sitting by
tho window this morning thinking of
what I should talk about to my little
friends this week, when a wagoner
shouted " Geo, Coly 1" which caused
me to look up. I saw a load of
watermelons passing. " Eureka 1"
Do you know what that moans boys?
It means " I have found it."
Now, boys, I have told you the
meaning of Eureka, if you will tell me
why so many oxen aro called Coly,
we will be even; Aunt Fanny is
generally odd, you know. But to my
story: several years ago I lived on a
new place where the ground was
fine for melons. Uncle Fanny was
absent, but our two boys, (the older
not quite nine years of age), were
sure they could tend a watermelon
patch. The ground was only fifty
yards from the house, so, though
there was no man on the place, I de-
termined to have a large patch. The
little boys who had been cooped up
in town set to work with stout
hearts, aided by sharp, new hatchets
to cut up the bushes. The large
trees had been cut down some time
before for fire-wood. The older one
cut the bushes while the younger
dragged them to a pile to burn. The
brave little fellows came in to their
meals looking like little men. They
rolled back their shirt-sleeves and
washed, and brushed with all the
dignity of conscious manhood.
A negro was hired to break the
ground, when again the little fellows
worked manfully, carrying off roots.
The ground was laid off in broad
ridges, and Aunt Fanny well remem-
bers how hard she worked planting
the seed. They came up finely when a
new labor presented itself. The bugs
came in unusual numbers, so that
every morning we were obliged to
look over every leaf to save the
plants from being eaten up. This
involved serious labor. The boys
did what they could with light hoes
to keep the weeds down, but most of
the work had to be done by a hired
hand, so our patch cost us a great
deal in work and money.
I have been thus particular, boys,
to let you know the cost of the patch
that you may appreciate its real
value. It was worth more than corn
or cotton; those I could buy, I could
not so readily get melons. The vines
grew famously and bore large
quantities of frujt. The little boys
clapped their hands and shouted over
the growing crops. They were
promised all the money if any melons
were sold. What an amount of pur-
chasing thoy did with this future
fortune. They would sit down on a
log by the patch and looking at the
great round, green melons, talk over
buying ponies, and saddles, and
guns; and if their talk could be be-
lieved they were likely to buy out
Jefferson.
There was a world of rejoicing
over the first rip") melon. Day by
day they increased till the boys were
promised a load to sell the next day.
Early in the morning they were beat-
ing at my door, to coma help pick
the watermelons. Wo were soon
scampering to the patch, for they
were so happy; I caught the infec-
tion, and felt like a child too.
Boys, I wish I could'show you the
sight that met our astonished eyes.
In all directions the melons lay cut
in halves, some in heaps, others cut
open where they lay, some on
stumps, all destroyed. I counted
twenty-five or thirty round one
stump. I wish I could show you the
faces of those little boys who had
worked so hard for those melons,
and, who a moment before, had al-
most felt tin- money for them in
their hands. Benny, with pale,
quivering lips, turned, and laying
his head on my arm, could only say:
"Oh, Mother! who could do it?"
Yes! who did it?
Thoughtless yong men had com-
mitted the deed and called it fun.
Fun! I wish they could have seen
the faces of those two little boys.
I think, for that moment at least,
they would have forgotten the fun,
and acknowldged that it was a
wicked, wicked deed.
I wondered if thoso boys had
mothers. Wondered how mothers
could let their boys grow up so igno-
rant of right. I'll tell you, boys, how
to decide what is right. Ask your-
self: Would I like any one to do
the same thing to me ? Would I
like any one to steal my property ?
Would I like any one to shave the
mane and tail off my horse? Would
I like any one to pull out my linch-
pins, or cut my traces? Would 1
like any one to steal my string of
fish, I had worked all day for, and
call it fun ?
No. Every boy who reads these
questions answers emphatically—no.
Then, as you woilld grow up an
honest, honorable man, never lend
your aid to such wicked amuse-
ments. "Therefore, all things
whatsoever ye would that men
should do to you, do you even so to
them; for this is the law and the
prophets."
AUNT FANNY.
From The Central Baptist.
ERANKIE AND THE RAILROAD.
I?Y JIAJASA.
" Consin Ellen," said little Frankie,
pushing aside his blocks, " I'm tired
of playing make-believe railroad ;
please tell me something about real
railroads."
"Did any of you littlo folks evr
have a ride on the cars 1 said cousin
Ellen, as May and Harry closed their
new books and drew near to listen.
" Oh, yes," said May ; " Uncle
John took me homo with him, two
years ago, and then I rode all the
way to Woodvillc on the cars."
" All the way to Woodvillc!"
Why, that's not much of a trip—on-
ly fifty miles," exclaimed Harry, who
had just returned from the East, and
quite prided himself on what he had
seen.
"And yet, Master Harry," replied
Cousin Ellen, " a ride of fifty miles
on the cars would have quite aston-
ished the good folks of fifty years
ago. They would have been afraid
to trust themselves as you traveled."
" Please tell us about railroads a
long time ago," said Frankie, who
took great delight in arranging his
blocks in long trains and " playing
railroad;" and, though but nine
years old, carefully looked over the
papers to find out all he could about
railways, bridges, and everything
connected with the subject.
"Although," said Cousin Ellen.
" many persons had tried, again and
again, various experiments with
Steam engines, it was not until the
: tithe of George Stephens that cars
| were made to go by steam. It is
! said rail reading may be traced to
1 the north of England and Wales as
to its storing point. In the coal dis-
tricts of England and# Wales, the
coal was first carried from the pits
in sacks, on the backs of horses/'
" What a funny way,"said Frankie
" I think it would take u good
while to get all the coal we burn into
our coal house in that way," said the
thoughtful May.
" Why didn't they haul it in
carts ? " asked Harry.
" So they did, alter a while, when
they learned how ; then, after a time,
wooden tracks were made for the
carts to run on ; then iron rails were
used."
" Then I suppose, they had horse-
Cars,'' said Harry.
" Yes ; but they were only for
carrying coal, not passengers, as now-
adays. At length Georgo Stephen-
soli thought the cars might be made
to run by steam—and tho trains
th.it we lienr whistling by, prove
that he was not mistaken."
"Tell about him," said Frankie.
" Did he like to 'play railroad' when
he was a little boy '!"
" His favorite sport was making
engines out of clay ; and, as he
grew older, he still took great de-
light in them. His father was too
poor to send him to school, and when
he was seventeen years old, ho did
hot know how to read."
" Did ho over learn ? " asked
Frankie.
"Yes; he wanted to know more
about engines, and tho way to do it
was to learn to read. So ho went
to a school kept at night. Every
year he kept learning more and more
about engines, and at length a rail-
road was built, and a grand time
there was when the first train pass-
ed over. What do you think went
ahead?"
"Did a deer jump on the track
and run before?" inquired Henry.
"No," replied Cousin Ellen; "a
man on horse back."
" A man on horseback ! " exclaim-
ed May. "Did he think he could
keep out of the way of tho cars ?"
" So it seems ; but he soon found
out his mistake, for instead of the
cars running at tho rate of four .or
six miles an hour, as people thought
they would, they were soon going at
the rate of fifteen miles an hour."
" How fast do the cars run now ?"
asked May.
" From thirty to seventy miles an
hour."
" Is there anything said in the Bi-
ble about railroads?" inquired May.
" There is a verse that is thought
by some to be a prophecy of them,"
said Cousin Ellen. "Tutu to Nu-
llum ii., 4. Frankie may read it."
' The chariots shall rage in the
streets, they shall jostle one against
another in the broad ways : they
shall seem like torches, they shall
run like the lightnings."
" Why," said Harry, as Frankie
finished reading, " 1 didn't know
that was in the Bible. I mean to
toil father about it."
" Ah ! there he comes uow, and
Cousin Wiliie and somebody else
with him," said Cousin Ellen, "Pick
up your blocks, Frankie—quick—
there, run to meet your fat: er."
aHsoeiat*'* into the kingdom. How
tunny mature Christiana have bright-
er ti'stimui.y of their faithfuluess of
the Master !
Cherish warmly these little lambs,
Guide them lovingly when thby
stray, and do all in your power to
encourage thorn to persevero in tho
straight path. Direct them ever to the
loving Jesus. It is so,easy for a little
child to believe. The heart 1mm not
become crusted over with distrust,
and hardened by sin. Labor, too,
with faith for the conversion of
other*, of tender years. blessing
will follow faithful, prayerful effort.
—Sunday School Times.
Liovo quo another.
' -"t ftitnn nail# Y • i n*--
CIIILD CHRISTIAN.
It is difiicult for many in our
churches to believe in the. conversion
of children. Nobody expects them
to "hold out," and therefore little
help or encouragement is given them.
Worse still, they are sometimes
taunted with their religion, upon
some little wayward outbreak,
which a few gentle, loving words
would quell in a moineut. Christina
graces would not be apt to thrive
well in older hearts under such in-
fluences.
That very young children are con
verted is a fact that becomes more
apparent every year. Some of the
brightest lights of tho church were
converted under twelve years of age,
and many little ones are gathering
beyond the river who learned the
" new song" here below, from the
lips of loving mothers and teachers.
Eternity alone can repeal the good
dobo by these little workers for
Jesus.
A little girl of twelve was cotivett-
ed in the Sunday school, and though
her life was scared but two ye .i s
after, sho was tho instrument <>f
bringing twelve or fourteen of her
PLEASE
" Autity,"said a littlo girl, "I be-
lieve 1 havo found a now key to uu-
lock people's heart# and uiako them
so willing; for you know, auuty,
God took my father and mother, rind
they want people to'bo kind to their
poor littlo daughter."
" What is the key ?" said auuty.
" It is only one little word—guebn
what!" But aunty was no guesser.
" It is please," said the child, j" If
I ask one Of tho gr^at girls in school,
' Please show me my parsing lesson?,'
she says, ' 0, ves,' and helps me. If
I ask 'Sarah, pleaso do this for mo,'
she'll take her hands out of the suds.
If I ask uncle, ' Please,' ho says,
' ves, puss, if I can;' and if I say,
' Please, aunty—'"
"What does aunty do?" asked
aunty herself. 5 #
" Oh, you look and smile just like
my mother, and, that is best of all,"'
cried tho littlo girl, throwing her
arms around aunty's ueck, with a
tear in her eye.
Perhaps other children will liko to
know about this key; and I hope
they will use it also; for thero is
great power in the small, kind cour-
tesies of life.
ALL THINGS EARNEST.
Time is earnest
Passing by;
Death is earnest
Drawing nigh.
Sinner! wilt thou trifling fre?
Time and death appeal to thee.
Life is earnest;
When 'tis o'er,
Thou returnest
Nevermore.
Soon to meet eternity,
Wilt thou never serious be?
Heaven is earnest;
Solemnly
Float its voices
Down to thee.
O thou mortal! art thou gay,
Sporting tluoughthhie earthly day?
Hell is earnest;
Fiercely roll
Burning hillows
Near thy soul.
Woe for thee if thou abide
Unredeemed, unsauetitied!
God is earnest;
Kneel and pray,
Ere thy season
Pass away.
Ere be set ids Judgment throne,—
Vengeance really, mercy gone.
Christ is earnest;
Bids thee " come!'!
Paid thy spirit's
Priceless sum.
Wilt thou spurn thy Savior's love,
Pleading with thee from above?
Thou refusest,
Wretched one!
Thou despisest
God's dear Son!
Madness! dying sinner, turn,
Lest his wrath within thee burn.
When thy pleasures
All depart
What will soothe thy
Fainting heart?
Friendless, desolate, alone.
Entering a world unknown.
Oh! be earnest! "*
Loitering
Thou wilt perish;
Lingering
Be no longer. Rise and flee;
I/O, thy Savior waits for thee!
The above will do for tho old chil-
dren.
1 It is said that tho clipping the
lowier eyelashes of eat tie addicted
| to jumping, \vi!l euro them \f the
i habit.
CHRISTIAN RAJINHSTNE33.
John Ki ox, who fMyM, " Lord,
cUt>*j!H S<r>tUnd, 1 die!" has been
lead almost two, hundred years ; yet
ill Scotland feels his power still.
Srtch earnestness*Is riot ls6ou forgot-
ten. < *
A/George Moiler began his work
* «bieg one orphan child thirty-fivo
ears ago. IIo now has a church of
ino hnudred jpoarbors. f >rty of
hom go out every Sab hath after-
oon and preach to t<m thousand
eoplo around Bristol. W has also
tablished misswhreb^rt. "When
needs money ho asks God, and it
wos.
A gentleman in Dublin, who is no
i Iker, but haa grcftt wcjiliU. keeps
tsght printing presses going, print-
ing tracts, many of which he writes
himself in seven different languages,
ajul thus he is Imparting Gospel
tfuth to multitudes,
j A butcher in London, and a Cbris-
tiin ptily seven years, began telling
olliers what Gou had dono for him,
aftd the result was their salvation., Ho
u(jw has a chapel that holds fifteen
hundred, ami has six hundred mem-
bers. Ho has a large busiuoss, but
pleaches five nights In a week in tho
sf eets, in balls, and other places in
thfo olty. <:<H
A Mr. Carter, who labors among
udou thieves, burglars and pick-
cketa, hrns gathered a churoll of
thousand eight hundred tnem-
irs. His wife instructs one? thou-
id six hundred mftbers, 'meeting
r hundred at a time, who, wKbout
labors, would rucetvy no reli-
ub instruction at $0.
Phoso j instances Bbow whnt men
m^y do j when fully consecrated to
tiio work of savipg sotds. Were nil
professors; thus earnest, tho world
would bo given to Christ in a very
few years."—Parish Visitor,
TITE Bfcsl'luCHES.
Not long since a gentleman took
an acquaintance upon tho top of his
house to show him the extent of his
possessions.
Waving his hands about, ho said:
"There, that is my estate,"
Then, pointing to a great distance
on 0110 side—
" Do you see that farm ?"
"Yes."
" Well, that is mine."
Pointing again to tho other side
" Do you gee that house ?"
" Yes."
" That also belongs to me."
Then said his friend:
" Do you ace that littlo village out
yonder?"
"Yes."
" Well, thero lives a poor woman
in that village who can say rnoro
than all this."
"Ay; what can she say?"
" Why, sho can say, ' Christ in
mine?'
He looked confounded, and said no
more
— ■«>
HARD ON THE ENGINEER.
An engineer on the Ohio and Mis-
sissippi Railroad tells tho following
story on himself:
One night the train stopped to
wood ami water at a small station
in Indiana. While this operation
was going on, I observed two green
looking countrymen, in homespun,
curiously insp"Cting the locomotive,
and occasionly giving vent to ex-
pressions of astonishment. Finally
one of them looked np and said :
" Stranger, be this a looomocivo?''
" Certainly. Did you never see ono
before ? " " No ; haven't never seen
ono afore. Me'u Bill come down to-
night purpose to see one. Them's
the bilers, ain't it?" " Yes, certain-
ly." " What yer call that youVe
in?" We call this the cab." "And
this big wheel?" "That's tho dri-
ving wheel." " That big black
tiling on tho top Is tho csiiinney, I
suppose ? " " Precisely." " Be yet
the engineer what runs tho mnchinc?"
" T 11m the engineer." "Bill," said
tho fellow to his mate, after eyeing
roc closely fpr a few minute, " ii
don't take, much of, a man (a mai, ap,
cnyiiwr, doen il f " " AH aboard ! "
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Patillo, F. J. The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, August 27, 1869, newspaper, August 27, 1869; Jefferson, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth235556/m1/3/: accessed June 3, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.