A preacher in the East End of London was speaking of the love of God-so full and boundless-and compared it to the love of a mother, which remains constant and true even when her children sinned. "Nothing," he said, "can destroy the love of a mother." At the close of the service, when he went out into the cold, rough night, a little girl in rags pulled at his coat with a trembling hand, and said: "Please, sir, you forgot something tonight. There is something that can take away a mother's love." "What do you mean, my child?" he asked. "Please, sir, liquor will. It took away my mother's love, and I know."
Little George was very piously trained; but he had a strong will and disliked very much to yield. When he was disobedient his mother was accustomed to make him stand in a corner of the room for a while. One night, after he had been more than stubborn, he knelt to say his evening prayer, and made this petition: "Oh, Lord, bless Georgey and make him a good boy, and don't let him be naughty again, never - no never, 'cause you know, Lord, when he is naughty, he sticks to it!"
On a gloomy, rainy morning, it came little eight-year-old Tommy's turn to say the blessing at breakfast. "We thank Thee for this beautiful day," he prayed. His mother asked him why he said that when the day was anything but beautiful. "Mother," said he, with rare wisdom, "never judge a day by its weather."
To give the white-haired father or mother not only respect, but confidence, to tell the joke and the secret to them first, to accord them cordially the central place in the merrymaking, may seem trivial matters, yet they are not trivial to those who, in the twilight of life, begin to think they are useless or forgotten, and to question whether they shall be missed when they shall go out into the nearing night. Courtesy is but a little thing and costs nothing, and if it is due to any one, it is surely due to the aged among us, especially when these are our parents.
Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied End of the endless Journey to no end Conclusion of all that Is inconclusible Speech without word and Word of no speech Grace to the Mother For the Garden Where all love ends.