We are far from knowing everything that is worth while about the cat, much as we may boast of our advancement in general education.
The golden setting in which the brightest jewel is "mother."
A world of strife shut out, a world of love shut in.
An arbor which shades when the sunshine of prosperity becomes too dazzling; a harbor where the human bark finds shelter in time of storm.
Home is the blossom of which heaven is the fruit.
Home is a person's estate obtained without injustice, kept without disquietude; a place where time is spent without repentance, and which is ruled by justice, mercy, and love.
A hive in which, like the industrious bee, youth garners the sweets and memories of life for age to meditate and feed upon.
The best place for a married man after business hours.
Home is the coziest, kindliest, sweetest place in all the world, the scene of our purest earthly joys and deepest sorrows.
The place where the great are sometimes small, and the small often great.
The father's kingdom, the children's paradise, the mother's world.
The jewel casket containing the most precious of all jewels--domestic happiness.
Where you are treated best and grumble most.
The center of our affections, around which our heart's best wishes twine.
A popular but paradoxical institution, in which woman works in the absence of man, and man rests in the presence of woman.
A working model of heaven, with real angels in the form of mothers and wives.
Having offered a prize for the best definition of "Home," London _Tit-Bits_ recently received more than five thousand answers.
Among those which were adjudged the best were the definitions printed above.
In 1897 the British Empire celebrated the Diamond Jubilee, as it was called, of Victoria's accession to the throne. She had been queen for sixty years, and in that time the dominion of the flag of Britain had been extended over lands which, at her coronation, were scarcely known except by name. The celebration culminated in a splendid and stately ceremonial which made London appear to be the capital city of the entire world. From out all the length and breadth of the empire came princes, chiefs, nobles, and statesmen of every race, all united under British rule, and vying with each other in homage to their sovereign. So overwhelming were this display and the significance of its splendor that it roused in many minds a feeling of awe bordering almost upon apprehension. Was this greatness not too great? Might it not breed that overweening pride of power which goes before destruction?