Good roads . s the deeper will be theirimpression upon the heart of the boy. Be gentle and patientwith him. His worst faults irritate you the most keenlybecause you know whence he inherits them. If you are goingto make a New Testament man, model yourself on the samelines. It was Elisha, the prophet, a good man, a holy manand a just man, who in righteous anger laid upon Gehazi theleprosy of Naaman that should cleave unto him and unto hischildren forever, a punishment for covetousness and when the Man of Nazareth came into the world he laid hishand upon the leper and cleansed him with
Good roads . s the deeper will be theirimpression upon the heart of the boy. Be gentle and patientwith him. His worst faults irritate you the most keenlybecause you know whence he inherits them. If you are goingto make a New Testament man, model yourself on the samelines. It was Elisha, the prophet, a good man, a holy manand a just man, who in righteous anger laid upon Gehazi theleprosy of Naaman that should cleave unto him and unto hischildren forever, a punishment for covetousness and when the Man of Nazareth came into the world he laid hishand upon the leper and cleansed him with perfect healing andtender words. When you have made up your mind in about ten minutes orten seconds that your boy needs a good sound whipping, takeabout three days to think over it — a whipping will keep aweek — and then see if you can take a stick and beat him. Tis but the hearts own cheer that makes it glad,And ones own madness -will drive him mad ;It needeth not that other help be had. — J7. .A PHANTOM ROAD. BY E. P. S. MIIvIvKR. IT was a chilly October evening when I sat by a blazinghearth and watched with interest the varying the street a group of maroon-clad and gold-braidedenthusiasts were blowing out of silver and brass instru-ments the strains of Wont You Be My Sweetheart?and like the flames the sounds rose and fell. I became very comfortable ; the old home never seemed socozy, and dying sounds of the march in Lohengrin came softlyfloating on the autumn breezes. I began to lose myself or myconsciousness of immediate surroundings. It was a beautiful scene that met my eyes. The brightAugust sun shone upon trees of ripening fruit on the hills andvales spread out before me. I was sitting by the edge of aroad, and what a road ! It was a dream such as my wildestfancy had never pictured. A road, wide, level, smooth, dustless and each side magnificent trees sent aloft their toweringlimbs, through which the road looked defiance at the
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