"Why, I thought she was poor?"
"O, well, she thinks she is, but her Father in heaven is not, you know! She
did what she could, and he did the rest."
But Georgia knew nothing about all this, and the next morning she
brightened her knives and sang cheerily:--
"In the world is darkness,
So we must shine,
You in your small corner,
And I in mine."
--_The Pansy_.
IN THE HOME
When John Howard Payne wrote the immortal words of "Home, Sweet Home,"
adapting them to the beautiful Sicilian melody, now so familiar to us all,
he gave to the world a precious legacy, which has brought sunshine into
millions of hearts. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." And
there is no other place in all the world where the little courtesies of
life should be so tenderly given; where loving ministrations should be so
cheerfully bestowed; in short, where good manners, in all the varied
details of life, should be so diligently practised. "Home, sweet home!" the
place where childhood days are spent, where habits are formed which are to
continue through the future, and where the foundation is laid upon which
the superstructure of after-years is to be built.
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