shell sixteen miles and pierce iron
plated ships, its lips seemed loaded with death and it spoke of war
and bloodshed and hate.

A little later I entered the Hall of Fine Arts and looked upon that
impressive picture entitled, "Breaking Home Ties." The lad is about to
go out from the roof that has sheltered him from babyhood, to be his
own guide in the big wide world. His mother holds his hand as she
looks love into his eyes, and gives him her warnings and blessing; the
father, with his boy's valise in his hand, has turned away with a lump
in his throat, while even the dog seems to be joining in the loving
farewell.

Turning away from that picture, the thought came: Ah! that means more
than Krupp guns. It means the coming of a day when love shall rule and
war shall cease, when reason and righteousness shall be the
arbitrators for differences between nations, when owls and bats will
nest in the portholes of battleships, and each nation will vie with
the other in warring against the kingdoms of want and wickedness.

When a man requested Bishop McIntyre to preach his wife's funeral
sermon, and told him of her many beautiful traits, Bishop McIntyre
said: "Brother, did you ever tell her all these sweet things before
she died?"

Just here Sam Jones would say: "Husbands, go home and kiss your wives.
Tell them they are the dearest, sweetest things on the earth; you may
have to stretch the truth a little, but say it anyway."

A few years ago, just before the Christmas holidays, I wrote my
daughter, saying: "I wish you would find out from your mother what she
would like for a Christmas gift. However, don't tell her I wrote you
to do this. Also suggest something for the grandchildren that I may
bring each some little remembrance that will please them." I closed by
saying:

"The sands of my life are growing less and less,
Soon I'll reach the end of my years,
Then you'll lay me away with tenderness
And pay me the tribute of tears.

"Don't carve on my tomb any word of fame,
Nor a wheel with its missing spokes,
Simply let the marble tell my name,
Then add, 'He was good to his folks.'"

Boys and girls, don't speak back to mother. You love her and don't
mean to offend, but it hurts her. She was patient with you in your
infancy; be patient with her in her old age. From her birth she has
been your loyal, loving slave. She will go away and leave you after a
little while, and oh! how you will miss her wh