I wonder what has become of the mothers and Sabbath School teachers. There is such a dearth of matter for the Home department. Are all the children away from home? or, perhaps they have grown to full manhood and womanhood in a day. I do not believe the latter however, for I feel sure many children are watching eagerly for their own part of the Journal. They have not yet outgrown their love for the Home-nook.
We want our entire Journal so filled with Truth that the children can understand every word in it. We do not want merely a few pages devoted to the home work, and the balance to profound theorems adults struggle intellectually to understand. We want something that has been proved, solved,—something practical and clear.
Are we doing our duty by the children? Do we see in their sweet lives the reflection of our everyday living, not our words? If you answer in the affirmative, why do you not bring it out in the Journal, as an incentive to the mothers and teachers who are crying out for the light that sparkles so brightly in your life. Let it shine out good and strong, dear mothers and teachers. As you give, you receive. Well has our Whittier touched the sweet chord of Truth in his poem Child-Songs, a part of which so beautifully fits our need.
