The little things of life, after all, are its great things; at least on them greatly depends its pleasure and its pain. The whole day is brightened by a cheery “Good morning!” or darkened by the surliness or snappishness of one member of the home circle. My little two-year-old neighbor, toddling through the gate which separates my home from his, in which the small, sweet courtesies of life are almost unknown, replies to my accustomed “Good morning,” “It’s a good thing to say Good morning.” Yes, my little man, it is a good thing to open the day with a benediction, spoken as well as thought. There are a thousand little courtesies which make home-life pleasant, and which cost nothing. Why not make it a matter of conscience to observe them? Surely nothing which gives pleasure to those we love can be too slight a thing for an appeal to conscience. We believe these little courtesies are neglected, not from any lack of kindly feeling in the heart, but from sheer heedlessness. We surely do wish that our children or parents, our husband or wife, our brothers or sisters, may have a good morning, a good day. Doubtless in our chamber, on bended knee, we have asked the dear Father to grant it to them,—why not, then, express “good morning” to them, as naturally, as heartily, as we do to any chance acquaintance?—Our Home Monthly.