en she's gone. Deal
gently with her now; speak kindly to her and when she's gone memories
of your love and kindness to mother will come to you like sweet
perfume from wooded blossoms.

Young lady graduate of high school or college, do you realize what
your father has done for you, and the sacrifices he has made that you
might have what he has never had--a diploma? Go, put your fair tender
cheek against the weather-beaten face of your father, print with rosy
lips a kiss of gratitude upon his furrowed brow, and tell him you
appreciate all he has done for you.

I have been talking to you an hour about what I would do if I could
live life over. If I had life to live over would I do any better than
I have done? If I am no better now, than I was five years ago, if I am
to be no better five years hence than I am now, then I would do no
better if I had another trial.

However, I cannot live life over. The sand in the hour-glass is
running low and when gone can never be replaced, and I am not much
struck on old age. It is said to have its compensations, in that the
"aches and asthmas of old age are no worse than the measles, mumps,
whooping-coughs and appendicitis pains of youth." Righteous old age
should be better than youth. The ocean of time with its breakers and
perils face the young, while for the righteous old the storms are
past, and they are

"Waiting to enter the haven wide,
See His face, and be satisfied."

I cannot help these grey hairs or the wrinkles on my brow, but I can
keep my heart young, and I _do_. I enjoy the company of old people,
but delight more in associating with the young.

Dr. A.A. Willetts lectured on "Sunshine" sixty years ago. In his
ninetieth year he was still lecturing; had he lectured on shadows he
would doubtless have died many years before, and never been known as
the "Apostle of Sunshine."

Solomon said: "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine." Never lock
the door of your heart against the sunshine of cheerfulness, and
remember it is not the exclusive blessing of youth but blooms in the
heart of any age. With some it seems to be an inheritance. It kisses
some babies in the cradle, and the radiance of that kiss lingers
through three-score years and ten; while others are born cross, live
cross and die cross. A babe of this latter kind came into a home and
kept up its wailing for several days. The little six-year old boy of
the home said: "Mother, did you say little brother came