HAROLD S. SYMMES,
in The Divine Benediction, Putnam’s, Oct., 1906.
AFTER THE RAIN.
“Sweet fields stand dressed in living
That late were brown and bare.
The twitter of the calling birds
With music fills the air.
Was ever sky so heavenly blue—
“Clear shining after rain!”
Was ever wind so soft and pure,
To breathe away our pain!
Oh, roses white, and roses red,
Your fragrant leaves unfold!
Oh, lily, lift your chalice pure
And show your heart of gold!
FRANCES MARGARET MILNE,
in For To-day.
She does not appear in public, and her name is seldom seen in the newspapers. She writes no books, delivers no lectures, paints no great pictures, but remains the inconspicuous, silent worker, blessing her home, reinforcing her husband, bringing up her children, and doing the most important work God has intrusted to the hands of a woman. She is still a great force in the nation; for the hand that rocks the cradle still rules the world. Whenever you find a great man, you will find a great woman. All successful men, it will be found, depend upon some woman. So Garfield thought when he kissed his mother after kissing the Bible, when made President of the United States.
REV. WILLIAM RADER,
in Lecture on Uncle Sam; or The Reign of the Common People.
Found that “gracious hollow that God made” in his mother’s shoulder that fit his head as pillows of down never could. Cried when they took him away from it, when he was a tiny baby, “with no language but a cry.” Cried once again, twenty-five or thirty years afterward, when God took it away from him. All the languages he had learned, and all the eloquent phrasing the colleges had taught him, could not then voice the sorrow of his heart so well as the tears he tried to check.
ROBERT J. BURDETTE,
in The Story of Rollo.
Lovely color and graceful outline and clever texture are good things, but we need more, much more, for the making of a real picture. When the soul is brimming with an overflowing bounty of beauty, all means are inadequate to express the fullness of its splendor. Man has not yet come to his full heritage, but every new mode of expression is an added language which brings him a little nearer to it.
in The Building of a Picture.
The future of this country depends naturally upon the caliber of the succeeding generations, and if the Catholic Church is to succeed in California or elsewhere along material as well as spiritual lines, it must keep the fear of God in our men and the love of children in our women, and if these two fundamental virtues are thoroughly sustained, we need have no anxiety as to the future.