The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1866-03-08
HAPPY ATHObIE

floating slowly and silently down the
stream of life, shows very plainly
which way the tide sets. And when
Mrs Purple says, with a groan, my
husband never spends his evenings at
home it is natural to inquire within
ones self why it is that Mr. Purple
finds other resorts SO much more at
tractive than the household altar, r+
Il don't see why he can't be httle
domestic" says Mrs Purple.
Well, why is it? There is a reason
for everything in the world say phil
osopheTs, and there must be reason
I'm the first place, Mrs Purple is one
of those unfortunate housekeepers
whose work Is. never done. There is
always something dragging room
to be swept-lamps to be trimmed
fretful babies to be put to sleep, while
one eye is OH the broiling meat and the
other on the muddy foot print unwit-
tingly left by Mr. Purple on the door
step. "There, Purple, [ knew just
how it would be. | wonder if you
know the use of a scraper or door
mat. l should think after all the time
I've spent in cleaning up"
And Mrs Purple goes off into a mon
otonous recapitulation of he trouble
and trials that has all the effect of a
lullaby uponrthe baby, however trying
it may be to the feelings Of the baby's
father
Moreover, Mrs. Purple, with all her
cleaning up does not understand the
elementary principles of keeping a
house neat. Things are always Ground
in the way table covers put Oh awry /;
dust and ashes under the CRATE cur
tains torn away from their fastenings
and pinned up until Mrs. Purple can
'sfnd time, to readjust them Some
how 1t looks forlorn, and desolate, and
unhomelike when the master of the
house comes in at night Mr.. Purple,
man-like, can't tell where the detection
lies-he don't analyze the chill. that
comes over his hedtt as he crosses the
threshold-he only knows that ''things
don't look ship -shaper' And so he
takes his hat when his wife's back is
turned and sneaks ANONYMOUSLY off,
glad to get away from the dead alive
fire, the dusty room, and Mrs Purple's
tongue. Who can blaine the man 3
Mr.. Purple may be .'lazy," and "care-
less" and ''selfish," very likely he is
Fmost men have tendency that way
but nevertheless he don't like to be
told of it over and over and over again,
in that persistent, Illogical sort ofway
that reminds you of an old hen running
/ from side to. side in her coop, and pok-
ing her head through the. bars in the
same place every seven seconds! Mr.!
Purple naturally wonders why his wife
don't occasionly allude to the few good
qualities he happens to possess! Mr..
Purple has every inclination to be hap
py at home, if his better half would
only give him chance. -...
Of all the sweetly- tinted pictures of
domestic happiness that we find in the
pages of Holy Writ, there is none that
suggests more quiet comfort than A
brahafn sitting in his tent door, Gin the
heat of the day. under the shadow of
the palm trees of. Mamre. Depend
upon it, the good old patriarch never
spent his evenings away from home. :
He did'n believe in ,.just going across
the plains to Lots house;' or running
over to Sodom to hear the news. p
No, Abraham liked to sit quietly by his
tent door, and very likely Mrs. Sarah
would come and lean over his shoulder
and chat with him after the Oriental
fashioni We have the very best of
testimony for knowing that she was
very amiable under the ordeal Of sun
expected company when tsthe calf
tender and good was dressed; and the
'sthree measures Of fine meal' baked
on the hearth !5s.H = aoTst f- '.aas~.
The Idea Of looking beyond the
sphere of home. for zinjoyment is at the
root of many of our modern evils
Home should be the very center. and
sanctuary of happiness and when it is
not, there IS some screw loose in the
domestic machinery! Ifyou want to
surround young. man with the best
possible safeguards, don't oyerwhelm
him with 1l1axims and homilies as to
what he is and is not to do3 but make
his home happy in the evenings. Let
him learn that however hard and cruel
the outsid lie world may be, he is always
sure of sympathy and consideration
in one place! Woe betide the man;
whatever his fot-er position;- who has
in his heart of hearts no memory of a
home where the sunshine never faded
out, and the voices were always sweet.
Were he as rich as Rothschild, he is a
poor man !-Phrenozo9ical Journal.
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