Johnson the drunkard is dying today,
With traces of sin on his face;
He will be missed at the bar, at the play.
Wanted, a boy for his place.
Ruby, poor Ruby is passing away,
A victim of vice and disgrace.
Wanted, recruits for the houses of shame,
Some mother's girl for her place.
Simons, a gambler, was killed in a fight;
He died without pardon or grace.
Wanted, to train for his burden and blight,
Somebody's boy for his place.
Wanted for dance-halls, for brothels, for bars,
Girls attractive of form and of face,
Girls to decoy and boys to destroy;
Have you a child for the place?
"Wanted," pleads Satan, "for service of mine,
Some one to live without grace,
Some one to die without pardon divine;
Please train me your child for the place."
That eminent writer, Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox, says:
"Every person on earth is making some sort of a cell in his or her brain every waking moment of the day or night.
"Thoughts are things. Thought is energy. Thought is a creative power. That is why it is so important to direct the minds of human beings to good, kind, helpful thoughts. [Let me add, to direct them, from the very commencement, to the great, loving God and his Son, our Savior.]
"Parentage is the oldest profession of men and women in the world, but there are the smallest number of prize-winners in that profession of any in the world. [Why? because of a neglected, insulted God.]
"Real, good motherhood must include the universal motherhood. It must make a woman love her child so unselfishly that she is willing it should suffer while learning its lessons of kindness, thoughtfulness, and protection, rather than to enjoy itself while taking away the joys, the privileges, or the rights of other creatures, human or animal."