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lap while the tears Avere yet in both eyes and heart. Now the mother's 

 heart was sad, too, and with her arms about the child she said to him, 

 "Why is it mamma has to whip her boy?" His answer was, "Oh, mamma, 

 I don't know; it seems the more you wliip me the worse I get." And lilve 

 a flash of light, the motlier saw her mode of correction was wrong. She 

 laid aside the whip and studied the disposition of her l)oy. He is today 

 a man raised only by love and patience, a blessing and an honor to his 

 mother. I knew another mother who worked so hard to get rich, she had 

 neither time nor patience Avith her children. Love she had after a certain 

 kind. They grew rich. T.arge houses and barns, hundreds of acres of 

 land, everything but a liome. There was whipping and scolding all day 

 long. The children were quarrelsome. On their faces you read contention' 

 and strife. You felt the very atmosphere of the house was full of dis- 

 cord. All the better sentiments were swallowed up in one great desire, 

 riches. Is this home? I stood with that mother l)y the grave of one of 

 the little ones, and I said in aiy heart, 1 am glad it has gone to rest, where 

 the wicked cease to troul)le and the weary are at rest. 



I know a mother who has little of this world's goods, l)ut a large fam- 

 ily, yet she is kind, patient and loving in her family. No cross words 

 or whipping. The children are respectful one to another. There is written 

 on their faces love and kindness. Their house is only a log room with a 

 loft and kitchen, yet the love and patience of that motlier makes it home. 

 I stood with her beside the casket of one of tlie fold, and as we looked on 

 the little, cold face, her heart bleeding and torn, she lifted up her voice 

 and said, "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, blessed be the name of 

 the Lord," and I kneAA' she went back to her family a chastened and a 

 better mother, more al)le to bear the burden and to teach the way of life 

 to the ones left behind. I saw her daugliters grow to womanhood, and 

 go out from their mother's home an lionor to their mother, and a blessing 

 to their husbands. It is largely the home life of a gu-1 that forms her 

 character. Let us now consider the child's school days. She must have 

 exercise to develop muscle and rest the brain; she enters high school, she 

 needs physical exercise to balance the 'mental strain on the brain. It is 

 well for the daughter to think of the tired mother who toils all day long 

 for the comfort of her family. Mothers, teach your daughters to lielp you. 

 Do not make the mistake that she is too tired after studying six hours. 

 True, the brain is tired unto dullness; now rest the brain by a change. 

 Let body and mind for awhile run in a different channel from her studies. 

 Her brain power will lie the stronger and Itrighter for the change. 



If your daughter desires it, and you can afford it, send her to a good 

 college. A thorough education, combined with good common sense and a 

 right home influence, makes a model daughter. 



All through the years mother and daughter should be companions. 

 Motlier teaching and encouraging, the daughter obedient and confiding. 

 Mothers, have you the confidence of youi- daughters? Many sorrows and 



