Dust On Your Glasses

1 don't oftcn pnt on iny glasses to examne Iö.ty's work, but one inorning, not lon siiico, I ilkl so upon entering a nxiin she liad heen sweeping. "Did you forget to open tlie windows when you swept, Katy?" I Inqulred; " tliis room is very du9ty." "I think there Is dust on you eye-glasses, ina'am," she said ïuodestly. And sure enough, the eye-glasses were at fault, md not Katy. I rubbed them off, and cverything looked bright and clean, the carnet like new, and Katy s faoe said : "I am glad it was the glasses, and not me this time." This has taught me a good lesson, I said to myself upon leaving the room, and one I shall remember through life. In the evening Katy carne to me with some kltchen trouble. The cook had done so and so and she had said so and so. When her story was finished, I said, smilingly: "There is dust on your glasses, Katy; rub them off, you will see better.'' Bhe understood me, and leftthe room. I told the incident to the children, and il ie quite common to hear tliem say to each (ither: "Oh, there is dust on your glasses." Snmetimes I am referred to : "Mamma, Harry has dust on bis glasses; can't he rub it off ?" When I bearl pers rit isiilff Jlliotller, condemning, perhaps, a coui-se of action he knowi nothing about, drawing iuferences prejudicial to the peon or persont, 1 tliink riglit :ivay, '"Diere's dust on your glasses ; rub it ofl'." The truth it, everyBody wears these very same glasses. I snitl tliis to John one day, some liitle matter coming up that called forth the remark : "There is Mr. So-and-So, and Mrg. So-aml-So, tliey are always ready to piek at some one, to slur, to hint, I don't know, 1 don't like them." "I think my son John, has a wee bit on lus glasses just now.'1 He laughed and asked : "What is a boy to do?" "Keep your own well rubbed np, and you will not know whether others need it or not." "I will," he replied. I think asa family, we are all proflting by that little incident, and through life we will never forsret the meaninc of " There is