The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-03-28
From the Child's Paper.
TNe Aagcl Of tile Fireside.s

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Who is the angel Of the .ireside,. and
where dwells he! zpasg.sg --sa., as4ssl li.a
Is he in that large nice kitchen, into
which the bright morning sun is shining
with his golden beams!and golden as they
are, they are not brigher than the platterso
or cleaner than the floor, or warmer than
the fire which burns in the stove, boiling
the tea-kettle and making cherry heat
for puss and dog, children and mother
Yet the mother grumbles, "colds cross chill
dren and the crowded room---I wish / had
house as big as Squire Noyes." "Iwisls}
| it wouldn't be winter--wisht was always
SUMNER" said the eldest girl with a sour
look, patterning after her mother. SO
wish had pair of boots lined with fur,in+
stead Of these old cowhides," said the
second boy, dispising the stout soled shoes,
that had carried him through many quag-,
mire dry-shod, "Most all the boys have
got new red sleds, and i want one" cfiedT
Tommy, the youngest, as il he thought that e
only red sled could be good sled; and
he began to tease his mother with his foolish
whim. Does the angel Of the fresidedwelll
here! Oh, no. He cannot tarry with dis-t
content and unthankfulness. ass s.s oaa
Let US search further. Here Is parlof''
all beautiful within, Thes skill of the world
has helped to adorn it; here are carpets from
Turkey; and glass from Bohemia, and gold
from California; nd-slks from India, and
pictures from Italy. Here surely, nestlesiq
the angel of the fireside, fanninghis Wings
in the warm and fragrant atmosphere of
this costly and elegant home The doors
4 open. "Please ma'am, and sh1re a poor
woman and her child asks for charityp saysS'
servant. eFor charity indeed!" answers
he mistress Of the mansion: "and where
are the poor laws the city missionary and
the ward dispensary, and the house ofre-'l
fuge. and the soup hall; where are they y
should like to know thata poor woman and
her child come to me for charity! Bid hero
90 to the proper authoritiesg sam my
? brothers. keeper!" And the shiveing hcth2'
/ er and the cold little child went from the
D inhospitable door, with the tears frozen on
! their cheeks, hungryy forlorn, and desolate.ia
It No the angel Of the fFeside is not here;
q he cannot live in the atmosphere Of selfish :
IS ness; he cannot settle in homes and hearts
b unblessed with the sweet charities OF
IT Christ. 'sl' ~ f.iA V}AE 'a,''
Where is he! Let US go to humber
81 home. The old grandfather sits in his high
h backed chair: wife and sons and daughters
h are dead: but two little grandchildren, are
l. left and they are. orphans. His home isr
r, homely but it is home still. "Oh garndeir,"",
e said little Mary isn't, our FIRE the warmest
e, in the world, and she stretched out her hands
ID to its genial influence. 'tNobody has such
!. bright dancing fires as we, grandsir.D
/. aAnd, grandsir, says Tie boy, I have Puf,
10 some clean straw round piggy tonight be-
n- cause il is SO cold; andstutfed up the chi1ks
/. round The hen-hoase: and I got an extra
Is alrmlfai Of wood for poor old Betsy Cole
,e aGod is good, said the old man, looking n !,
!. the fire as If speaking 70 himself. "God is
n good. i have been young. aud new 90.
d old, vet have ! not seen the righteous for- ",
\ ssken, nor bic seed begging bread. God is i,
: good. "A little that q righteous man bath
q L better than The riches of many wicked.s
God is good and mercifal. 49, .-,,;
b Goods goed.. said the little boy rsyats
d emily, repeated Mary, with anilHg and hspsI