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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14101 ***
+
+DEW DROPS
+
+[Illustration]
+
+VOL. 37. No. 10. WEEKLY.
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
+GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.
+
+MARCH 8, 1914.
+
+
+FRANCIE FISHER'S FISH
+
+[Illustration]
+
+By Marion Mallette Thornton
+
+
+On the Primary Room wall was a beautiful picture of a shining river.
+Francie loved to count the fish that were swimming in it. Just
+fourteen there were, and every one stood for a new scholar someone had
+brought into the Primary Class.
+
+How Francie wished he could bring one and have Miss Florence pin a
+fish in the river and a red tag on his blouse to show that he had
+caught it.
+
+"How you s'pose I can get a fish, mother?" he asked earnestly. "I
+should think a Fisher-boy ought to be able to catch just one."
+
+Mother shook her head. "I don't know, I'm sure. There isn't a child on
+this street who doesn't go to Sunday-school."
+
+"P'r'aps one will move on," said Francie hopefully.
+
+But when a new family did move to that street there were no children
+in it.
+
+One day Francie came flying into the house. "Oh. mother, the ash-man's
+here and I b'lieve he's got a fish with him!"
+
+"What?" exclaimed mother, but when she looked out she understood.
+Sitting in the ash-man's cart was a pretty little boy, with black eyes
+and tight curly hair.
+
+"Is he yours. Mr. Lugi?" mother asked, and the ash-man smiled and
+nodded:
+
+"Yes. mine--my Rafael."
+
+"Does he go to Sunday-school?" put in Francie eagerly.
+
+"No, no school--too little, him."
+
+"Oh, but it's just Sundays and we sing and there's pictures. Couldn't
+he please go with me. Mr. Lugi?" begged Francie, "I'll take awful good
+care of him."
+
+Mother explained a little more, and at last Mr. Lugi said Rafael might
+go, only--"No dress up, no clothes," he said sadly.
+
+But that did not trouble Francie. "Why, he can have my brown suit,
+can't he, mother? I'd just as soon."
+
+The next day mother took Francie down to see Mrs. Lugi. Little Rafael
+was shy at first, but he soon got over it and was friendly as could
+be. The little black-eyed Italian mother was very glad to see them.
+
+"I like Rafael go the Christ-church," she said. "I use go myself,
+home--Italy."
+
+The brown suit, too small for Francie, was just right for Rafael, and
+it would have been hard to find two happier little boys than Francie
+and his fish when they walked into the Primary class together.
+
+Rafael clapped his hands with the rest when Miss Florence pinned the
+fish in the river and the red tag on Francie's blouse.
+
+[Illustration: Miss Florence pinned the fish in the river and the red
+tag on Francie's blouse.]
+
+And what do you think? Out in the big room there were two more new
+fish, one in Mother Fisher's class and one in Father Fisher's. They
+were Mr. Lugi and the little Italian mother, come to Sunday-school
+with their little boy.
+
+"Really and truly," Francie said, "seem's if I caught three fish
+'stead of one."
+
+"Really and truly," said Mother Fisher, "I think you did."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"ALL BY HERSELF."
+
+
+The older children were gone out for the day: mamma was busy in the
+sewing room with Miss Fay: Molly was doing the Saturday baking. "What
+could Alice do all by herself?"
+
+This was the very question that popped into the wee girl's own head,
+and she trotted off to ask mamma.
+
+"Here's I," she said, at the sewing room door. "Here's I, all by
+myself. What's I goin' do, mamma?"
+
+"Going to be mamma's good little daughter and amuse yourself this
+morning without help from anybody. See how busy I am."
+
+"Everybody's busy that isn't gone way off," said Alice dolefully.
+
+"Well, then," said mamma. "Alice must be busy, too, taking care of
+herself and making her own good times. See how well she can do it.
+
+"But first of all," mamma went on, "think what you would like to do or
+to have me get for you, and I'll stop a minute now for that, so as to
+start you."
+
+This was an important thing to decide, so Alice went into the next
+room and sat down in her kindergarten chair before her table, to think
+it out. She folded her arms and sat still about a minute: then she ran
+to mamma, exclaiming. "I know now, please get me my snub scissors" (of
+course she meant round-pointed) "and some bright paper, and I'll cut
+and cut ever so long."
+
+Mamma dropped her work and got the things. "Now, dear," she said, "see
+if you can't get along the rest of the morning by yourself. Dolly and
+the picture books are in the dining room. Don't ask me for anything if
+you can help it, but keep out of mischief and be as happy as you can."
+
+Alice went back to her little table and soon had it covered with queer
+things. There were the oddest dolls you ever saw, with arms sticking
+out like stems: and there were horses with as many legs as could be
+put along the whole length of the body. It was great fun to cut them.
+
+But by and by Alice grew tired of this, and jumped up quickly. Over
+went the little table, scattering things everywhere. Such a litter!
+"I'll just leave it all," thought Alice. Then a little voice inside
+said. "Pick it all up and help mamma." After a minute, the little girl
+obeyed this pleasant voice, and picked up every scrap. Then she ran
+downstairs without stopping at the sewing room door, though she wanted
+to.
+
+"Peggy Morlinda," she said, taking dolly from her cradle, "is you all
+by yourself, too? Isn't it lonesome? Come, I'll put you to sleep."
+
+Peggy was soon asleep, or supposed to be, though her eyes were still
+staring.
+
+"Now I will go take one little peek at mamma." said Alice, starting
+upstairs, but stopping next step. "No. I won't neiver," she said
+bravely. "I won't 'sturb mamma one bit."
+
+After this the little girl found amusement for awhile at the library
+window. Next, she went back to the picture books, and read a long
+story, all made up out of her own head, to Peggy Morlinda, who woke
+up to listen. But what a long morning it was! She did not enjoy it
+much, but she made up her mind about one thing--she wouldn't "'sturb
+mamma."
+
+At last papa came home and Alice ran to him to be tossed up and down,
+and they had a fine frolic.
+
+"Have you gotten along nicely with your work?" asked papa of mamma at
+dinner.
+
+"Very nicely, thank you," said mamma. "Alice helped me a great deal!"
+
+"Alice!" exclaimed papa, looking as surprised as possible. "Can Alice
+sew?"
+
+Mamma laughed. "Oh, no, indeed, not yet," she said, "but she gave me a
+fine chance to do it. She amused herself all morning and did not ask
+me to do anything for her, so we got on beautifully with the work in
+the sewing room."
+
+[Illustration: "Peggy Morlinda, is you all by yourself, too?"]
+
+"Good girl," said papa, and Alice looked as happy as she felt. Oh, how
+glad she was that she had not left those scraps of paper for mamma to
+pick up! It is always safe to listen to the little inward voice that
+says, "Do right."
+
+"Do tell me a story," "What can I play?" "What shall I do next?" the
+little folks cry to the grown-ups, and all these things take time to
+attend to. If the children who are too small to do any work to "help
+mamma," would oftener amuse themselves, as Alice did, they would help
+much more than perhaps they think.--_Written for Dew Drops by Mary
+Harris_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+OUR SKATING RINK.
+
+    The wind blew shrill, the sky was gray:
+      "Oh, dear," sighed Molly, "how it rains!
+    Let's think of some new game to play,
+      I'm getting very tired of trains."
+
+    "I know," said Jack: "it will be fun!"
+      And seized some paper, pen and ink;
+    "Look, look," cried Susie, "what he's done:
+      He's written, 'To the Skating Rink!'"
+
+    The children thought it strange of him
+      To pin it up upon the wall;
+    "We haven't any skates," said Jim;
+      "It isn't any good at all."
+
+    But Jack looked wise. "Oh, yes," said he,
+      "I've thought of just the very thing;
+    These railway trucks do splendidly--
+      We'll tie them on our feet with string."
+
+    They did, and all began to skate.
+      But Jack, I fear, was rather rash;
+    He _would_ start off at such a rate
+      That down he tumbled with a crash!
+
+    He wasn't hurt. "I'm quite all right,"
+      He cried, and scrambled up again;
+    And on they skated with delight,
+      Forgetting all about the rain!
+                       --_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Why Betty Changed Her Mind
+
+By Marie Deacon Hanson
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Each day, on her way to school, Betty called for Robbie Porter. There
+were two reasons why she did this. One was that she had promised Mrs.
+Porter she would, the other was that the little boy's mother always
+gave Betty a cooky, or a piece of candy, or sometimes a penny. Betty
+never wanted anyone to know about this second reason, which made her
+feel ashamed of herself, whenever she thought of it.
+
+"Just as if you couldn't do a kind thing for your neighbor without
+expecting to get something for doing it," she would say scornfully to
+herself.
+
+One afternoon, Mrs. Porter met Betty in the grocery, and said to her:
+"Deary, shall you mind calling for Robbie about ten minutes earlier in
+the morning? I want to go to the city on the eight-thirty train." And
+before Betty could answer, she added. "Of course, Robbie could go by
+himself now that he has learned the way, but he does so enjoy going
+with you."
+
+"And I don't mind one bit calling for him," Betty hastened to assure
+Mrs. Porter. "I'll come early in the morning."
+
+On the way home from the store. Betty saw her cousin, Julia Norton,
+coming eagerly to meet her.
+
+"Betty," Julia cried, "mother sent me to ask you to stay all night.
+Cousin Lottie has come, and mother says we can pop corn and have a
+good time. And you must be sure to bring your books so you can go
+right to school in the morning from our house."
+
+"That will be lovely," Betty exclaimed delightedly. There were few
+treats she enjoyed more than going to her aunt's home.
+
+Julia ran off to speak to another girl, and Betty following, suddenly
+remembered Robbie. How could she call for him if she were at her
+aunt's?
+
+The latter lived on the other side of the village, and it would be far
+out of Betty's way to call for Robbie.
+
+[Illustration: "I'm sorry I can't call for Robbie in the morning."]
+
+"I just won't bother about him," she decided.
+
+But even as she did so, she remembered that she had not only promised
+to call for Robbie in the morning, but to call for him earlier than
+usual and his mother would depend upon her.
+
+"Oh, dear! What shall I do?" Betty cried impatiently.
+
+A small voice seemed to answer in her ear, and it sounded so real that
+Betty actually turned to see if the owner were near: "Do as you would
+be done by."
+
+"Why, that's the Golden Rule," Betty quickly exclaimed. "And mother
+says if you do as the Golden Rule tells you, you'll never be unhappy.
+What does it tell me to do now?" She stood in thought for a moment,
+and the next, she ran to overtake her cousin.
+
+"Julia, please give this sugar to mother," Betty said, placing the
+bag in her cousin's band. "And tell her that I've gone to Mrs.
+Porter's and I'll be right back."
+
+Betty flew down the street to Mrs. Porter's and knocked hurriedly on
+the door.
+
+"Why, Betty, what is it, dear?" Mrs. Porter asked in surprise, as the
+former rushed into the room, in response to the invitation to enter.
+
+"I'm sorry I can't call for Robbie in the morning. I'm going to Aunt
+Fanny's to stay all night," Betty explained breathlessly.
+
+"It is thoughtful of you to come and tell me now, dear," Mrs. Porter
+replied. "I'll ask Jennie Lee to stop for Robbie in the morning. I
+hope you will have a nice visit at your aunt's."
+
+"I know I shall," Betty answered happily. "I'll call for Robbie the
+next day, Mrs. Porter." And away the little girl tripped,
+light-hearted as could be. That is the way it makes one feel to follow
+the Golden Rule.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+JACK'S MASTER.
+
+
+Jack's most delightful present last Christmas was a red wooden gun,
+with arrows that would shoot very hard indeed. At least Jack thought
+it was delightful, but his mamma did not; those little pointed wooden
+arrows that flew so far and hit so hard made her very uneasy, for fear
+her little boy would presently hurt somebody.
+
+But mammas hate to spoil their little boys' fun, and Jack's mamma made
+an arrangement by which it was agreed that he was to have his gun,
+provided that he never pointed it at anybody, even in play.
+
+Jack was quick enough to promise; he meant to keep his promise, too;
+and I think would have kept it if it hadn't been for his master. You
+didn't know Jack had a master? No more did he know it till the day he
+had to give up his gun.
+
+You see, Jack had a little brother, two years younger than himself,
+who was a very spirit of mischief, and loved above all things to tease
+big Jack. One day, when the two boys were playing together, pretending
+to be wild Indians out in the woods. Will began to tease Jack by
+saying: "There was a little man, and he had a little gun," and all the
+rest of that little song. I don't know why this teased Jack, but he
+got madder and madder, until, alas! in spite of his promise, he
+pointed his gun--not at the "duck--duck--duck," but at Will, and
+struck him on the cheek.
+
+Now it was not the wooden arrow with which his gun was loaded this
+time, but one leg of a sharp steel hairpin, and it went into the cheek
+and stuck there like a little dagger.
+
+Half an hour later the red gun was in ashes on mamma's hearth, while
+mamma herself and both boys sat sorrowfully by its grave.
+
+"Mamma," said Jack, "I didn't mean to shoot Will, but somehow I
+couldn't help it."
+
+"No," said mamma, shaking her head: "I forgot when I let you keep the
+gun that you had a master."
+
+"A master?" asked Jack, in surprise.
+
+"Yes," said mamma, "you obey Bad Temper's orders, though you don't
+always obey mine."
+
+"Mamma," said Jack, presently, "I think I'll leave Bad Temper's
+service. He gets me into a heap of trouble."
+
+"Do, Jack," she said, smiling brightly at him. "And while you are
+getting rid of a bad master, remember that you have a good one, the
+Lord Jesus, on whose banner is written, 'Putting away all wrath and
+clamor.'"
+
+Little Will listened very soberly to all this, with a red hole in his
+cheek, and both chubby hands resting on his bare knees. I hope he made
+up his mind, too, to choose the good Master.--_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+WHAT MAKES MEN?
+
+    What care I for cold or snow?
+    School bell rings, and off I go!
+    I am ready for the storm,
+      And my heart is light and gay;
+    Mother's hand has wrapped me warm,
+      As I trudge along the way.
+
+    Mother says, "Learn all you can,
+    Then you'll be a better man."
+    So I pack my books and go.
+    Through the rain or wind or snow;
+    For I hope some day to be
+    Just the man she'd like to see.
+
+    Well I know that boys must learn
+    To be ready for each turn,
+    Never idle nor afraid.
+    By rough struggles men are made.
+    So each morning, off I start.
+    With a merry, willing heart.
+                       --_Selected_.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LUCILE'S SURPRISE.
+
+
+It was a bitter cold day in January, so cold that the children ran all
+the way to school. It was snowing, too, and blowing as hard as it
+could. A very small crowd was in the classroom that morning, and
+everyone began to wonder why.
+
+"Not on account of the cold, surely," declared Edith Watts. "Why, it's
+just fine to be out to-day. And I know Lucile would never stay away
+because it was cold. She has too much spunk for that."
+
+But still Lucile didn't come, and everyone wondered: for she never was
+sick, and had said nothing the day before about staying away.
+
+[Illustration: "I want her to awaken from a nap and find the kittens
+swinging in the basket."]
+
+At the last moment Polly Dalton came hurrying in, saying, "Girls'
+there's a scarlet fever sign on Dayres' door, so Lucile must be sick.
+The nun was putting the sign up as I came by."
+
+Later in the day it was found that several other children had fever,
+or were afraid to come out lest they should get it, so the Hill School
+was closed for a week. Edith Watts was very lonely without her little
+friend, and spent much of her time writing letters to her, or in
+thinking of nice things to do for her.
+
+"I wish I could think of something very, _very_ sweet to do for her,
+something that would make her happy all the time," she said. "It must
+be so lonely and stupid for her to stay in the same room all the time,
+never seeing any other children."
+
+"Keep thinking about it and the right thought will come to you," mamma
+told her, and mamma's advice turned out to be right, as usual.
+
+Two days later, Edith came downstairs, her face shining.
+
+"I know, mamma. I know what will make Lucile happy every day in the
+whole six weeks she must stay in the house. The kittens! I will give
+her my kittens. It has been nearly two weeks since she has seen them,
+and they have grown so much and their fur has fluffed out so
+beautifully she will hardly know them."
+
+And the kittens were lovely. Who wouldn't want a present like that?
+Edith loved them with all her heart, but she didn't for one minute
+want to keep them for herself when she knew they would make Lucile
+happy. She put them carefully in a basket, covering them well to keep
+out the cold. A nice Indian hanging-basket that she had used for a
+swing for the pets was packed, too, and then papa took the "happy
+thought," as mamma called it, to Lucile's home.
+
+"Remember, it must be a surprise for her," his small daughter reminded
+him as he left the house. "I want her to awaken from a nap and find
+the kittens swinging in the basket just where she can see them."
+
+And that is the way Lucile saw them. If they ever had looked sweet to
+Edith's eyes, they looked a thousand times more so to Lucile's poor,
+tired ones.
+
+"Oh-h-h!" she exclaimed, with a long-drawn, happy sigh. "You darling
+darlings! Have you come to stay, or are you only visitors?"
+
+The basket with its dainty load hung from a picture-hook near by, and
+the new-comers looked quite contented to stay. They jumped into the
+bed and did all they knew to cure the little girl. And they really
+helped.--_Written for Dew Drops by Elizabeth Roberts Burton_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Knowledge Box
+
+When Lapland Babies Go to Church.
+
+
+When Sunday morning comes, the Lapland father harnesses his reindeer
+to the sleigh. Father and mother wrap themselves in fur coats and put
+a fur coat on the baby, and away they go over the snow to church, it
+may be ten or even fifteen miles, for the reindeer can go a good deal
+faster than a horse.
+
+But the old Lapland custom of caring for the babies while the grown
+people are in church, you never would guess. For as soon as the
+reindeer is made secure, the father Lapp shovels out a snug little bed
+in the snow, and when it is ready the mother Lapp wraps the baby snug
+and warm in skins and lays it down there. Then the father Lapp piles
+the snow around and over the baby, when they go into the church and
+leave the baby in the snow. So common is this that sometimes there are
+twenty or thirty babies, down to the little wee-est ones, buried in
+snow around the church.
+
+You might think the babies would suffocate, but they do not, nor do
+they freeze. In fact, the snow does not make them cold. For when it
+covers anyone all over, if they have clothes enough on, so the snow
+will not melt and wet them, it will keep them warm. And as the little
+Lapland babies are not strong enough to knock the snow away and let in
+the cold, they just lie there safe and warm and go to sleep.
+
+When church is out the father Lapp goes to the spot where his baby is,
+puts his hands down into the snow, pulls the baby our and shakes the
+snow off it; then the reindeer is unfastened, father and mother tuck
+themselves and the baby in the sleigh, and over the snow away they
+trot home again.--_Written for Dew Drops by Adele E. Thompson._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MOTHER HULDA'S FEATHER BED.
+
+
+How many children know what the boys and girls of far-off Norway
+sometimes think when they see the dainty, feathery snowflakes flying
+softly and silently through the air? I don't think there are many of
+you who do know, so I will tell you the story.
+
+If we were there when they have the first snowstorm of the season we
+could hear them shouting gleefully to each other: "See! oh, see!
+Mother Hulda is shaking her feather bed."
+
+There is a story about this Mother Hulda and her feather bed that is
+told to the little ones there. She lives, it is said, far, far above
+this busy world, with the clouds for her home, the sun for a lamp and
+fire.
+
+She is always very busy, and especially so at the beginning of the
+winter, for then she has to unpack her great feather bed, and after
+that is done she spends all of her time shaking it. Indeed she shakes
+it so much that she wears many holes in it, through which the feathers
+fly in all directions. The wind catches them up and carries them
+gently to the earth, where they cover the bare limbs of the trees,
+making them beautiful, and where they spread lightly on the ground and
+protect the roots of the flowers from the cold winter winds.
+
+Mother Hulda does not tire of shaking her bed until the warmer spring
+winds begin to blow; then she packs it away until she sees Jack Frost
+traveling again over the world below, and finds traces of the
+mischievous fellow even in her lofty home.--_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+OUR LESSON.--March 8.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title.--Watchfulness (Temperance Lesson).--Luke 12:35-48.
+
+Golden Text.--Blessed are those servants, whom the lord when he cometh
+shall find watching.--Luke 12:37.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners_.--_Even a child maketh himself known by
+his doings_.--Prov. 20:11.
+
+Truth.--Be always ready.
+
+1. Jesus told his disciples that they must be always ready and
+watching for his coming.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. He told them to be like faithful servants, who, with their lights
+burning, wait for the return of their absent master.
+
+3. He said that the master who should come home and find his servants
+watching for him would be pleased.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. He would invite them to sit down at his table, and he would serve
+them himself.
+
+5. Those faithful servants would receive a blessing.
+
+6. Jesus warns us all to watch and be faithful about our work, so that
+when he comes again we will be ready.
+
+7. He says that no one knows the day nor the hour when he will return.
+
+8. The master chooses the faithful servants to rule over his house.
+
+9. The unfaithful servant will not be found watching when his master
+shall come.
+
+10. He will spend his time in eating and drinking and abusing his
+fellow-servants.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+11. The master will come when he is not expected, and will see these
+evil deeds and punish the servant for his unfaithfulness.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. For what did Jesus tell his disciples to watch?
+
+2. Like whom did he tell them to be?
+
+3. Who would be pleased to find his servants watching?
+
+4. What would he invite them to do?
+
+5. What would they receive if found faithful?
+
+6. What does Jesus warn us all to do?
+
+7. Who knows when Jesus will return?
+
+8. Who will be made ruler over his master's house?
+
+9. Who will not be found watching?
+
+10. How will he spend his time?
+
+11. Who will come when he is not expected?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+    When our work on earth is done,
+    Jesus calls us, every one;
+    Let us work, and watch, and pray,
+    For his coming, every day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for March 15.
+
+The Lawful Use of the Sabbath.--Luke 13:10-17; 14:1-6.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for March 15.
+
+The sabbath was made for man.--Mark 2:27.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for March 15.
+
+_Even a child maketh himself known by his doings_.--Prov. 20:11.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Advice to Boys and Girls
+
+The Difference it Made.
+
+
+"What a sweet voice that little child in the red cloak has!" said a
+visitor in Sunday-school to a teacher, as together they listened to
+the children raising their song of praise.
+
+"Yes, isn't it sweet? And she always sings just so heartily," was the
+reply.
+
+A little later, the school closed and, the children on their way
+home, the visitor chanced to pass by the child in the red cloak, just
+in time to hear her say angrily to her nurse, who had called for her:
+
+"I don't want to go this way--I want to go through the park. I won't!
+I won't go through that horrid old street!"
+
+"But, Miss Mazie, your mamma said we were to go straight home and not
+stay in the park to-day."
+
+Upon this, the little lady marched away, with pouting lips and injured
+mien.
+
+"Ah," thought the lady, "what a difference it makes in the voice when
+one speaks angrily! No matter how sweet it may be, how harsh and
+unloving angry words make it!"
+
+What a pity that Mazie did not keep her voice as musical and birdlike
+as it was when she was singing her morning song of praise! Think of
+this, little readers, and when you are tempted to be angry and speak
+in cross tones, instead of making your voice unpleasant to hear,
+endeavor to make it sweet and loving.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Thoughts for Mothers
+
+The Earnest Mother.
+
+
+Mothers seldom realize the influence they exert in molding the lives
+of their children. It is the faithful teaching, as well as the
+consistent practicing of an earnest mother which results in forming
+characters of nobility and uprightness in the sons and daughters. The
+work cannot be begun too early. From their very birth, our children
+receive impressions. What the character of these impressions is
+depends upon surrounding influences. A true mother's influence should
+last long after she is at rest. Said Thomas H. Benton: "My mother
+asked me never to use tobacco; I have never touched it from that time
+to the present day. She asked me not to gamble, and I have never
+gambled, and I cannot tell who is losing in games that are being
+played. She admonished me, too, against hard drinking, and whatever
+capacity for endurance I have at present, and whatever usefulness I
+may have attained in life, I have attributed to having complied with
+her pious and correct wishes. When I was seven years of age she asked
+me not to drink, and then I made a resolution of total abstinence; and
+that I have adhered to it through all time, I owe to my mother."
+
+Mothers, do not think your little ones are too young to receive
+advice; it is true they may not act upon it for many years, but they
+will remember it and follow it sometime.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HURRAH FOR THE BOY THAT WHISTLES.
+
+    Hurrah for the boy that whistles!
+      Just now he passed by here.
+    The rain dripped down from his sodden crown,
+      But his whistle sounded clear;
+    And it made my task seem easier,
+      And my heart grew brave and strong,
+    Hurrah for the boy that whistles!
+      He helps the world along.
+    --_Written for Dew Drops by Bertha E. Bush._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail Matter.]
+
+Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents
+per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 10, March 8,
+1914, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14101 ***