The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-08-12
The Room of the Household.
by E. COOK

u
rno+ holds aII the comforts least like to miss
Where. like ants in hillOck, we run in and
out
Where sticks grace the corners, and hats lie a
bout
ubara no oilers dare come TO annoy or annue
With their .morning call' budget and scanda-
Ious news
mi the room of the household-the sacredy
IT'S the room of the household that's dearest to
ne
Tho romp NAV be fearlessly carried on there,
For tbe biiouterie rubbish solicits our care
An thinps are as meet for the hand as the eye,
And match work and scribbling unheeded may
lie:
R1ocly Ton, NAV be perched on the sofa or chairs,
He NAV stretch his sharp talons or scatter his
hairs;
Wet boots may 'tcome In" and the lnk-drop
For the room of the household is ''liberty hail.
There is something unpleasant in. company days
When saloons are dressed out for Terpsichore's
maze
When the graceful Mazourka and Weippert-led
band
Leave the plain country-dance peopled all at a
stand
There's more mirth in the jig and the amateurs
strum
When parchment-spread battiedoor serves as q
drum:
When Apollo and Momus together unite,
Tin the household room rings with our laughing
delight.
Other rooms may be thickly and gorgeously
With your Titians, Nurrillos, Salvador, and
Claude,
Pnt the Moreiand and Wilkie that hang on the
wall
Of the family parlor outvalue them all,
The oav ottomans, claiming such special regard,
Are exceedinrlv fine, but exceedingly hard
They may serve for the state purposes-out go
if you please,
To the household room cushions for comfort ana
ease.
And the book shelves-where tones of all sizes
are spread,
Not placed to be looked at, but meant TO De
read
An defaced and benumbed, and l would not be
But some volumes, perchance the most preclous'
are torn
There's the library open, but if your heart
yearns,
As all human hearts must, for the song OF q
Burns,
Or the tale of n Vicar. that ever rich gem,
You must 20 to the room of the household for
them.
Ills the shadiest place, when the blacing sun
filings
His straight rays on the rose and the butterfly s
wings;
For the first beams of morning all that dare
peep
Through the windows, where myrtle and egan-
tine creep.
Honnv faces assemble, with cheerful salute,
When the summer meal tempts with Its cream
and its fruit;
But the boardss not so merry, the NEAR not so
sweet,
If It's out of the room of the household We
meet.
And that room is the one that is sought by us
When the night-clouds of winter brink darkness
and chill
When the ramblers return from their toll or their
And tell Ger the news and the deeds of the
day;
When the favored old dog takes his place on the
Curled up in the fre-light-all warmly and
snug;
While the master sits nodding before the bright
flame
LII Jlc nOunu SDOTS5 alOuu ohu Inv ~ N4A wv"
the same.
l have wandered far off over F'moor land and
lea 20
Ger the fairest of earth, and the bluest of sea ;
1t was health that l sought but, alas l could
The pursuit was in vain while my heart looked
behind
The room of the household had bound with a
spell,
And know not till then that ] loved 1t SO well,
'Take me back to that room, was my prayer
and my cry,
"Or my languishing spirit will sicken and due y
There was light in my eye, when I wthe green
woof
Of old elm trees, half screening the turretted
roof
grew strong as 1 passed DER the daisy-girt
track,
And the Newfoundland sentinel welcomed me
back;
But the pulse of my joy was most warmly sin
cere
When met the old faces familiar and dear
When lounged in the household room, taking
my rest,
With a tinge on my cheek, and content in my
breast.
ReAe An old topper CHANGING to drink glass
water, yesterday, for want of something strong
er, smacked his lips and turned to one of hi