Time,
according to material sense, is like a continuous stream, seeming to run by us, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly, according to the way we look at it.
Throughout
the ages, the hearts of men and women everywhere have thrilled to the thought of home, and all for which it stands—loved ones, peace, security, a refuge from discord, loneliness, and temptation.
Many,
today, are finding themselves disturbed and apprehensive over apparently disintegrating social tendencies, iconoclastic attacks upon time-honored institutions, and calumnious treatment of revered personages of the past and present.
