with other sons of women. But he reverenced and appreciated the noble woman who bore him, lived for him, and watched over him to the end. He said: "It is to my mother, to her good principles, that I owe my success and all I have that is worth while. I do not hesitate to say that the future of the child depends upon the mother."

The future of the individual child depends upon the individual mother, and the future of the race depends upon the mothers of the race.

Think what has been done for mankind by thousands of millions of devoted mothers.

Every mother is entirely devoted, entirely hopeful, entirely confident that no future is too great for her baby's deserts.

The little head-often hopelessly ill-shapedrolls about feebly on the thin neck. The toothless gums chew whatever comes along. The wondering eyes look feebly, aimlessly about, without focus or concentration. The future human being, to the cold-blooded onlooker, is a useless little atom added to the human sea of nonentity.

But to the mother that baby is the marvel of all time. There is endless meaning in the different mumblings, endless soul in the senile baby

smile, unlimited possibilities in the knobby forehead and round, hairless head. She sees in the future of the baby responsibilities of government, and feels that one so perfectly lovely must eventually be acclaimed ruler by mankind.

As a result of perfect confidence in its future, the mother gives to every baby perfect devotion, perfect and affectionate moral education. Each child begins life inspired by the most beautiful example of altruism and self-sacrifice.

Kindness has gradually taken the place of brutality among human beings, because every baby at its birth has found itself blessed with absolute kindness.

The mother's kindness forms moral character. The mother's confidence and encouragement stimulate ambition and inspire courage.

The mother's patient watchfulness gives good health, and fights disease when it comes.

The mother's wrathful protection shields the child from the stern and dwarfing severity of fathers.

Truly, a man may and should be judged by his feelings towards his own mother, and toward the mothers of other men of all men.

In the character of Christ, whose last earthly thought on Golgotha was for his mother, as in the characters of the hard-working, ignorant man

whose earnings go to make his mother comfortable, the most beautiful trait is devotion to the mother who suffers and works for her children, from the hours that precede their birth, through all the years that they spend on earth together. Honor thy father and thy mother.

And honor the mothers of other men. Make their tasks easier through fair payment of the men who support the children, through good public schools for their children, through respectful treatment of all women. The mother is happy. For she knows "the deep joy of loving some one else more than herself."

You honor yourself, and prove yourself worthy of a good mother and of final success, when you do something for the mothers of the world. The duty of to-day is to give women the only weapon that will protect them-the ballot, and the right to share in making laws.

-ARTHUR BRISBANE.

WHO

ME AND MOTHER

HO cries and cries when I'm lying sick, In a ragged nightie with pins that prick, And nothin' to eat but a painted stick?

I'do-and so do Mother.

Who wonders what God, in His high decree,
Was thinkin' of when He made all we-
Made cows to give milk-but not to me?
I do and so do Mother.

They say our land has oodles of money,
That it flows with milk and oozes with honey;
Don't you think that statement sadly funny?
I do and so do Mother.

If a mother's heart is his only joy,

Which he breaks and tears as he would a toy,
Will baby grow up a brave, good boy?
I wonder-and so do Mother.

Who wants to become a better Pote-
To fight the Devil and get his goat-

And improve the world with a free man's vote?
I do and so do (censored).

ME AND MOTHER-(Continued)

Who thanks those dear ones who really try
To wipe the tears from a sick babe's eye,-
To give him pure milk, and his mother pie?
I do and so do Mother.

-HENRY D. ESTABROOK.

I am much interested in your unique idea of a book of "Little Verses and Big Names," and I wish that I had the inspiration of a poet, that I might contribute something worthy of the cause, but my long campaign for the babies has been conducted entirely in prose and I do not think in metre. Still this may do

PRECAUTION

MOTH

OTHER should be careful,
Mother should be wise;

Every bit of baby's milk

She should pasteurize.

-NATHAN STRAUS.