Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-03-03
How Is Your Standing at Home.

We often hear the question asked of
such and such n ONE What is his stan
ding in societyr or what is his standing
in church, among business menu But
we never think of asking before taking
him into our confidence-How does be
stand at homo? And yet, the man who
can make reply to this question with
an untroubled heart aud clear con.
science, is hero not so often met with,
but that he is worth looking after an !
closely cultiyating.
Home again dearest! Safe Mt home
once more! Oh, how | have missed
you'll So excIaims glad wife rs she
meets with caress the weary man for
whose coming she has watched and wait
ed until the twilight has deepened into
night.1 She draws him into the cheerful
family room, talking all the while, and
busying herself in the meantime in sun
dry little contrivances to make him COM
Portable. And here comes the children !!
You hear chipping voices and patter;ng
feet in the hall long before the little rosy
faces come in sight.
What shouting and climbing. and
what playful disputing TO see which shall
get to papa first! So much to tell! So
many questions to ask So many kisses
to be given and taken. And then there
is headlong race and promiscuous
scramble, ending in general head over
heels tumble at a suggestion from mamma
that papa wanted somebody to fetch his
slippers, maybe.
How pleasantly she scolds over the
distracting noise with Now children,
DO be quietr But it is plain to see that
she enjoys tho aforesaid noise as much
as any of them, while TO the contented
man, who is so snugly ensconded in the
most comfortable chair in the room this
hour of relaxation is fully repayment
for all the tolls and WEAKNESS of the day
This 10 one Of the men who can stand
well at home. w
How / have missed youp sE
You must stand well at home, before,
anybody there will ever say the words
to you, Just as they ought 10 be said
How / have missed youp
How much of grateful affection is ex.
pressed in that one short sentence! 1t
tells of hours offender, brooding thought
of an absent loved one. What a bles-
se9 thing it is to be missed How we
treasure loves remembrance.
God pity and soften the man whose
staining at home is not good; whose
family shrink away in fearful silence as
his foot crosses the threshold; whose
children shun the room that he darkens
with his presence; whose wife meets
him with pale, spiritless, crushed look,
which tells how small is her hope of a
caress, how scanty have been the loving
words and looks that have brigh tened
her life. God help those who love him!
For it is peusnce to love such man.
And God bless the generous, cheerful,
large hearted man, who always brings
the sunshine with him; who leaves his
cares and his business down town and
brings only his own cheerful aud cheer.
ing self home to his family, for his face
is a never failing source Of gladness to
to those who love him; and his tender
ness is their highest pride and surest
shield, after Gods.
All! if your standing at home isn't a
good one. dear reader-irrespective of
ssx-be in a greater hurry to make it so
than you are to do any other thing in
this world! Don't wait until the men,
DRY Of the grieved look upon some dear
face-always hsbitual to it, by reason of
your habitual unkindness- -subdues you
iato gentleness; when that face has
gone forever from your gaze and you
can never call forth smile to dwell up.
on it again. HOWARD GLYNDoN.