Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-03-17

| careSS the weary man IOr whose coming
she has watched and waited until the twi-
light has deepened into night. She draws
MIN into the cheerful family room, talk.
| ing all the while, and busying herself in
the meantime in sundry little contrivances
to make him comfortable. And here
come the children! You hear chipping
voices and pattering. feet in the hall long
before the little rosy faces come in sight.
What shouting and climbing and what
disputing to see who shall get to papa
first! So much to tell! Sc many ques-
| tons to ask! So many kisses to be given
and taken! And then there is headlong
race and Q promiscuOus scramble, ending
in q general head over-heels tumble at q
suggestion from mamma that papa would
How pleasantly she scolds over the dis
tracing noise with q Now, children, do
be auiet!" But it is plain to see that she
eniovs the aforesaid noise as much as any
of them, while to the contented man, who
is so snugly ensconced in the most COM
Portable chair in the room, this hour Of re-
Taxation is full payment for all the tolls
and WEAKNESS Of the day. This is one
of the men who stand well at home.
"HOw l have missed your
You must stand well ut home, before
anybody there will ever say the words to
you, just as they ought to be said, How
/ have missed you!"
How much of grateful affection is ex-
pressed in that one short sentence! 1t
tells of hours of tender, brooding thought
for an absent loved one. What q blessed
thing it is to be missed How we treas
ure loves remembrance!
How Involuntary the question arises
in the heart of the absent, DO they miss
me at homer" And how desolate and
bitter the heart when we feel there are
none to miss us! Not one to send loving
wishes and thoughts out after US! Not
one kind voice to greet us when we come !
How very hard it must be to lead love-
less life! | think there can be no other
cross so hard to bear.
God pity and soften the man whose
standing at home is not good; whose fam
lily 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 caress, how
scanty have been the loving words and
looks that have frightened her life. God
help those who love him for it is a pen,
ance to love such q man. And God bless
the generous, cheerful, large hearted man,
who always brings the sunshine with him,
who leaves his cares and bis business
"down town." and brings only his own
cheerful and cheering self home to his
family; for his face is a never falling
source of gladness to those who love hum,
and his tenderness Is their highest pride
and surest shield, after Gods.
All! if your standing at home isn't q
good one, dear reader-irrespective of sex
be in greater hurry to make it so than
you are to do any other thing in this
world! Don't wait until the memory of
the grieved look upon some dear face
almost habitual to it, by reason of your
nabitual unkindness--subdues you into
gentleness; when that face has gone
forever from your gaze, and you can never
call forth a smile to dwell upon it again
Me1o York MaiL