John Nagle's philosophy . in ac-cord with the times. The girl with coarsecloth dress and heavy shoes has gone too, andthere seems to be but few recruits for the ar-my of womanhood. That happy border landwhere the young life expanded into genuineadult maturity through responsibilities and hab-its which properly belong to that period, hasbeen given over to the keeping of the stiltedformalities of social demands. DANCING. Dancing is not wrong in itself. It is a formof amusement which, indulged in properly, hashigh value as a recreation. But it should notinvade the domain of duty. When it does, it
John Nagle's philosophy . in ac-cord with the times. The girl with coarsecloth dress and heavy shoes has gone too, andthere seems to be but few recruits for the ar-my of womanhood. That happy border landwhere the young life expanded into genuineadult maturity through responsibilities and hab-its which properly belong to that period, hasbeen given over to the keeping of the stiltedformalities of social demands. DANCING. Dancing is not wrong in itself. It is a formof amusement which, indulged in properly, hashigh value as a recreation. But it should notinvade the domain of duty. When it does, itis an evil. Any form of amusement whichtrespasses on duty, or makes duty irksome, hasreached the realm of dissipation, and is fraughtwith danger to the participants. When danc-ing is sought with such eagerness that dutyreceives but fugitive attention, it becomesa vice, and the more dangerous if it has paren-tal approval. That is a test which every par-ent can apply and the remedy should be quickon the heels of NATURES LANGUAGE. A boy who does not love the forest is a boyonly in years. All of us can recall a favoritetree, a shady nook in which dreamy reflectiontook possession of us when the flitting and thesong of birds were the movement and voice of na-ture. And we are better because we can recallthose experiences; they are resting spots forthe mind when oppressed by the shallownessof life. There is no child who has foundfriendship with nature, who has not, thereby,injected some purity into his life. And thefountain is ever fresh with the waters of con-tent, when our imagination takes us back toearly times when nature spoke to us in the lan-guage of the soul. Vs^\^\^ RELIGION IS LOVE. Religion in its true sense, divorced frommalignant persecution of what is deemed error,purified of intolerance, superstition, and pre-tense of exalted goodness, is love pure andsimple. There is no promise of the futurethat makes it so blessed as the hope that lovehas an existence whic
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