in a mechanical fashion, but go by yourself once a day and make a special and earnest prayer to God to help and comfort your father. Remember to speak to him and of course to your worried mother with all kindness and gentleness. Let no thought of reproach or grumbling pass your lips if you are compelled to assist in the general economy that must be practiced by one and all just now. Do everything that you can in the way of fixing up all your last summer's clothing for this summer's use, see what you can do in the way of making hoods and trimming hats for every member of the family. Help the little boys to take the best of care of their hats and caps while you cheerfully do a double share of mending to make the clothes last a few weeks longer. Refrain from asking father for one cent to spend in anything but the barest necessities, and encourage your borthers and sisters to do likewise. you have no idea how important a thing example is. I was talking to my Sunday School class about economy last night, and I told them how necessary it was just now. I urged them to wear their old dresses. But they said it made them feel as if they must have a new dress when they saw some one else with new a dress. That is the point. If you wear a new dress, and especially if you are the daughter of a rich man or of a man high in the Church and in our best society, if you get a new hat and dress just now, you

will never be able to count the dollars which your foolish action will cost silly girls who have not moral courage to do what is right no matter what any one else may do. Oh, if we could only realize what a terrible power we wield in the matter of example! Every soul must answer, not only for himself but also for the effect his words and acts have had upon his friends and acquaintances. Even strangers may rise up and accuse us for our thoughtless words. Sensible as I think myself to be on this point, I can never tell you how dismayed I was to see one of the best and highest men in this Church drinking tea for his breakfast. He must do in these things as Paul of old had to do. He said if it offended his brother to eat meat he would refrain from eating meat. Example is one of the least thought of responsibilities among us, and it is also one of the gravest and most lasting of all our responsibilities. In these hard times we can show what real moral and spiritual worth there is in us.

TRUE courage has so little to do with anger, that there lies always the strongest suspicion against it, where this passion is higest. Rage, we know. can make a coward forget himself and fight. But what is done in fury or anger can never be placed on the account of courage.

NOTE. It has been decided by President E. S. Taylor not to publish resolutions or death notices, as such are usually of local interest only. But she deemed the following of sufficient interest, because of the widely known character of Sister Teasdale, to publish, and we gladly comply with her wish.

COLONIA DIAZ, March 4, 1893. In loving memory of Sister Matilda E. Picton Teasdale, who died in Diaz, Mexico, while visiting the Y. L. M. I. Association, of heart failure, February 6th, 1893.

The deceased was the daughter of James and Jane Picton, and the wife of George Teasdale; was the mother of two children, both boys. She was born March 25th, 1858, in Nephi, Juab County, Utah. She came to Mexico to join her husband in June, 1891. Many years previous to her removal to Mexico she held responsible positions in the Relief Society and Y. L M. I. Association; was always alive and awake to her duties. At the organization of the Mexican Mission she was sustained as President of the Y. L. M. I. Associations of the mission, and also Secretary of the Relief Society of the mission.

Sister Tillie had the love of all that knew her, and her death has caused all that knew her to mourn. She was always especially kind to the poor and aged, a peacemaker, and possessed a self-sacrificing disposition. She entertained the highest regard for the principles of the gospel;

indeed there are few whose entire record is so perfect.

And, whereas in the providence of a just Creator our beloved sister, Matilda E. Picton Teasdale has been called from our midst by the hand of death; and, whereas, her influence was SO ennobling and exemplary, and her character so upright that we can view her demise with no other than feelings of extreme sorrow. Therefore, be it

Resolved: That in her death our associations have lost a faithful and valued leader and a wise counselor.

Resolved: That we emulate her noble example, and that we manifest our appreciation of her worth in these resolutions of respect.

Resolved: That we present a copy of these resolutions to the bereaved family, with our sincere sympathy; that we enter copies on the records of the Young Ladies' Mutual Improvement Associations. of the Mexican Mission, and that we also send a copy to be published in the YOUNG WOMAN'S

prevents the slightest escape of air, writes Mrs. Burton Kingsland in a charming description of "An Outdoor Fan Luncheon" in the July Ladies' Home Journal.

The balls are tossed as high as possible and the game consists in preventing their falling by fanning them. It is quite as active as tennis and the effect is exceedingly picturesque to those looking on. The one who succeeds in keeping her ball the longest from touching the ground beats the game, and in this case won a prize a dainty fan of white bolting-cloth with pink sticks. The mother of the young hostess, who was much skilled in the use of water-colors, had painted on the white background letters formed of a succession of tiny roses, the word "Darina," the name of the place. It is an Arabic word, signifying.. "our happy home." A long, pink satin ribbon was tied at the end, to recall the table effect, and the whole was a charming souvenir of a delightful occasion.

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PUNISHING A CHILD. EDWARD W BOK SAYS IT RARELY DOES HIM ANY GOOD.

I WILL not say that the punishment of children can be dispensed with in every instance, writes Edward W. Bok in "At Home with the Editor" in the July Ladies' Home Journal. No possible rule can apply to all cases since every instance must be a law unto itself. At the same time

striking a child should be employed only as the very last resort, whereas now it is used in all too many cases as a first. Kindness and firmness, when brought together, form the best basis for a child's education. Mothers should learn to control hasty actions; fathers must allow reason to have fuller play. The process may seem a little more tedious, but the result, when reached, will be worth it all. Instantaneous correction may seem to be achieved by punishment, but the effect is not lasting. Girls are shamed by it; boys grow resentful under it. We need only apply the lessons that come to us in after life to this question to reach the best solution. Kindness draws us all closer; firmness of character cements lifelong friendships: sympathy wins wins us all. And as these elements appeal to us as we have matured, SO do they, and even more strongly, appeal to the more responsive nature of a child. boy should never find weakness in him to whom he looks for strength. A girl should never find anger where she has a right to find mercy. And as for our little misdoings in childhood, we sought mercy and pardon, let not Our children come to us, and because we are parents find us other than we ourselves sought and hoped to find. As we wished should be done unto us at one time in our lives, so let us now do unto others, that they in turn, may likewise do unto those who follow us.

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know I promised to be back last night, but game was scarce, the boys persuaded me to stay over, and we found plenty of rabbits this morning. I'd like to go hunting and fishing every Sunday and take you and the boy along. That reminds me where is papa's pet?"

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A look of love and intense happiness stole over the girlish face, chasing away all anxiety and fear, while a delicate flush crept to the pale cheeks. Her lips parted in a sunny smile as her handsome husband sprang from his horse. Despite his dusty face and mudbegrimed clothes, she rushed into his arms and clung to his neck.

"My darling, are you so glad to see me then?" he murmured tenderly, stooping to kiss her upturned face. "Have you been fretting over me? Why, love, I've only been gone since yesterday morning, and one would think it had been a year. Yes, I

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"Well, you may tell those children to stay away from here after this, and then we'll have further trouble." Then he remarked, his lip curling sneeringly: "No doubt he will come home with his little head filled Iwith all sorts of rubbish about wingless angels and a place called heaven. Mattie, I strongly object to his going again, and to a Mormon Church especially."

When he had finished, Mattie turned to him with a pale face and pleading voice: "Lionel, it is time we had some understanding about child. Do you think it right to bring him up thus? Were we not raised in

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the Church, and are we any the worse for it now? Oh, husband, think what a terrible responsibility rests—”

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"Fiddlesticks," interrupted Lionel, with a shrug of the shoulders. "Is dinner ready? I'm just about starved. Ah, here comes little man!" He went to the door and held out his arms to the baby boy, who came toddling up the path. Two small girls were with him, but at sight of the imperious-looking man in the doorway they grew timid, dropped the baby's hands and turned back, casting wistful glances behind. them as they slowly went out of the gate.

Nello ran on, clapping his tiny hands with glee, his baby lips parting into a laughing smile as he cried:

"Papa, papa, is 'ou tome home? Nello fought 'ou'd never tome."

"Ah, little one, do you think papa could stay away long from his treasures? Come here, my precious, and let me bite that

pale little cheek and put some color into it. Papa shot a rabbit for his boy's breakfast."

"Oh, did 'ou till it dead?" asked baby, a sorrowful look coming into his large, brown eyes. "Nello's sorry for the poor wabbit."

"Has my baby baby got back?" asked mamma, coming to the door and smiling down on the two she loved best in all the world. What a bright picture they formed! Lionel, dark and handsome, sat on the lower step

with the tiny fragile boy in his arms. Both had brown eyes and curly hair, but the father's was very dark and cut close to his head; Nello's was golden, like his mamma's, and hung in clustering ringlets about his shoulders. His delicate face appeared more transparent than ever when contrasted with his father's swarthy cheek.

"Dinner is ready. Come, papa and bring baby. Will you ask the blessing, Nello?"

"'Es. Nello's pate isn't turned over. Papa, man in Suna 'cool said, 'All sut 'our eyes,' so 'ou must too, else me tant pay. Baby folded his hands and bowed the curly head on his plate, and then lisped the words which he had repeated every day for most a year:

"Our Fader in Heben, bess de food. Dare, dat's all. Now dive--"