Wheu Ljdia Newman's old Quaker uncle saw that she had fastened her pretty Httle -Newport ties with poppyred ribbons he frowned and told her it was not seemly. Bufc Lydia laughed. "I don't care for them myself,' she said, "but I want my little boy to remember that his mother wore red bows on her shoes.' Who does not remember the pretty thlDgs that "mother" wore! Her dainty laces, Ihe palé lilac dresses, the scent oí violets, ihe rose tucked under the lace en her breast, seem half divine when they become but memories to us. 'Mother" is "mother," bu she gentle or rough, but what a different ideal we have when we recall how proud we were when we brought our friends home from school and rather surprised them with her graceful, pretty ways. Her hair wa3 so soft, her eyes so tender, she talked so well, and knew how to make a boy feel at home. It was not necessary to make excuses for her and say she was so busy. The other boys themselves praised her. and we feit sorry for them because we knew they must foei how muchsweeter and prettier she was than their mothers could be. It is wise for a mother to take time to dress and be fair in her children's eyes; to read for their sake, to learn to talk well and to live in to-day. The circle the mother draws around her is moro wholesomo for the child than the one he has to make for himself, and sho is responsible for his social surroundings. It is not easy to be the chi'd's most interesting companion and to make home his strongest magnet, but the mothers who have done this havo been the mothers of good men.- Our Continent.