Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-11-25

up thinking life has gone only the animal
| hes there, pulsating, breathing, snOring-help-
less as an infant-unnotieing as a statue all
gone, all vacant, empty, useless. Looked at
without educated associations there is no DIFF
ference between a man in bed and 4 man in a
coffin
And yet, such Is the power of the heart to
redeem the animal life, and clothe all rude and
uncOmely things with its own leaf bearing
branches, that there is nothing more exquisitely
refined and pure and beautiful than the cham
Der of The house in the house Slept has
| sprouted up with all the flowers of poets -
The couch ! From the day thatthe bride sane
tities 1t TO the day that the aged mother is bume
from it, it stands clothed with dignity and beau
| ty. Cursed be the tongue that dare speak evil
ofthe household bel By its side oscillates the
cradle, not fur from it is the crib. In this sa-
cred precinct, the mothers chamber, lies the
heart Of the family. Here the child learns its
prayer. Hither night by night angels troop
1t is the Holy of HOLES
| ". The KITCHEN. Let US not see in this
the mere mandatory of Gates and pottage-
Let it stand it is, as the symbol of charitable
hOsptality-as the room for the service of the
superior to the inferior. The law of God is,
that they who are superior in endowment and
position, should so generally serve those that
are inferior, that for very love gratitude they
IN turn should run to serve the wants of the SUI
perior. Selishness has corrupted all this
Love will yet restore it. The old Kitchen -
Its ample hearth never cools from January to
January Nor should it-symbOlizing as it doth,
kindness, benelaction, shelter, support.
| Here not only are the family fed but hither
come the poor; the unhoused and unfriended
| find rest; the hungry are fed the wanderer,
upon good er-ands or upon none, the poor ad-
died Yagrant, the brsin-shattered innocent, the
song singing, storytelling DO-Nothing all find
the kitchen better than palace And children,
who love heart and familiarity better than stale
and solemn circumstance of ostentatiOus respec-
liability, throng to the kitchen. In after days
we think of it-nOt with hungry thought and
eating memories No. That kitchen brings
back to my mind the great fireplace, where,
through long Winter nights, saw more WON
deriul pictures and Pyroteehnics in falling GOALS
| flashing brands, troOping sparks, than ever Cas-
tie Garden tried to shOw-the great settee, the
scenes Of roaring mirth, when after apple-pare-
ing the whole family forgot distinctions, and the
parents were all children, and the servants were
all children, too; and maid and hired man, child
and mother ran the screaming rounds of blind
mans buff (that never are blind), in screaming
confusion, and Order goes up chimney-and
| Revel, hand in hand with love and purity, leads
on the night
| Blessed be the kitchen-not for its roasting
jack or glorious oven-though these are not to
be lightly spoken of on such day as this-but
Tor its broad and willing hOspitality-for its
ready and unostentatious charity-for its demo.
cratic qualities For the kitchen is the only
| place in the house where all the household are
upon a level, and where, love being the agra
rian, forms and obseryances, ranks and differ
ences are swept away without offence and with
out wrong or injury.
Y. But no house is complete without two
1 pieces Of furniture-the cradle and the old arm
chair. No house is full that hath not in it
babe and grandfather or grandmother Life
becomes more radiant and perfect when its two
extremes keep along with it. The two loves
which watch the cradle and serve the chair are
one. But how different in all their openings
and actions To the child the heart turns with
mere tenderness of love. To the aged parent,
love is borne upon a service of reverence
/ Through the child you look forward-through
| the parent you look backward In the child
| you see hope, joys to come, brave ambition, and
life yet to be drawn forth in all its many sided
experiences. Through the silver haired parent
you behold the past, life done, its scenes enact
| ed. its histories registered.
If God calls you to follow your child to the
grave ere it has ceased to be a child, you send
it to heaven that God may rear it for you, say
ing, Take it, Oh Father, too soon snatehed
away, and keep it and keep me till the weari-
ness of life is edned and l go too.
! But when the parent goes, ripe in years, his
life blameless, his fruit gathered and garnered,
we give his form TO the earth, saying with graf
| itude, God be thanked that he hath so long liv-
ed and so well aud God be thanked that he
hsth now departed Go, my mother, to thy
rest, and be sure that 1 will follow hard after
thee and soon overtake thee, The speaker then
made two points of application, enjoining re-
membranee of the poor, the homeless and the
oppressed.