Leave behind the pitiful mourning
for the past. There have been be
reavements which desolated; there
have been estrangements and separa
tions as hard, or harder, to bear.
Each has gone through his Gethse
mane and come out with the blood
drops on his brow. But —forget!
He or she is not here to share our
day, but would they wish us to wear
our hearts out with useless grief?
Perhaps they know a fairer Yule-tide
then we have ever dreamed. One day
we will have our own again.
And the future? Why dread it?
We will meet its conflicts as we have
met those in the past. But today
speaks “Peace!” Bear only the
present ills. God pity those whose
present ills are so bitter that life lies
grey and hopeless. To them His com
fort. But to most of us the Christ
mas day could be a day of happiness
if we would will it so.
G. K.
THE OLD SOUTH.
At a Teachers’ Institute one day,
not long since, the subject up for dis
cussion was United States Elistory.
“How do you teach the Civil War?”
asked someone.
