The Republican journal., 1871-07-20
NUMBER 2.
A Real Lady.

One summer l was boarding with my
family in farmhouse by the sea shore
Our host was Il pitiful miser, starving
himself, starving his family. and q Jortio-
ri, starving his boarders. Sick OF human
nature sick ofpetty miserable contention
a party of US started out one day in a
| wagon for 4 fine beach some miles away,
| to try to forget our woes in the kind lap
OF Mother Nature. As we approached
the beach we stopped at a farmhouse to
ask PERMISSION to put our horse in the
barn.
knocking at the door. it was opened by
motherly-looking woman of fifty in
Spectacles, the glasses of which, however,
tar from hiding, seemed only to serve,
IKE varnlsh on 4 picture, to bring out the
light and warmth of a pair Of loving blue
eyes underneath. She gave us the heart
lest welcome.
''Iut your horse in the barn? Certain
ly! You'll find plenty of hay there.
Come out to spend Il day by the beach,
have you? That's right | do like to
see young people enjoy themselves,
Won't you eat your luncheon in our APP
pie orchard, it's so nice and cool and
shady there? And wouldn't you like a
pan OF sweet milk 10 have with it ?n
'Bless your dear loving heart ~ | cried
internally. ''.Then the stern necessities
OF farm life do not shrivel and wien and
dlY-rot all souls. after the manner of old
trlmes we are boarding with, But per
haps this old lady has trodden Il more
silkcn path"
| looked round the room. There were
milk pans enough to make life one etern-
al ScOur. Her dress, too was truSSed
up; her arms We're oare, and with that
battered and callouS look about the ell
bows which betokenS hard usage. "No
chlldren, probably; that accounts for it.
Presently u rustling of bed clothes and
an mcipient wall from adjoining room.
''Ah! that's your grandchild, suppose?'
''No, that's my baby" | was about as
mcredulOus as Sarah of old; but she
went right on. Give had sixteen chill
dren ~
Sixteen children, all these milk pans,
the ordinary work of the farm house, and
room still in the heart for such reception
Is we mad htd for such generous Il do
like to see young people enjoy them
selves " for such hearty prOtfers OF the
hospitality of the apple orchard, and of a
tnll gallon of sweet milk
All, | see it j.. ''Where there is room in
the heart there is always room in the
house"-room for all these children, and
then room to spare for a beyy Of pleasure
seeking, do-nothing strangers who would
seem sent only to suggest the complaint
Why must my life be q a ceaseless moil of
nursing, scrubbng, ripping, sewing,
while these people can lie on the rocks all
day long, counting the breakers, cooled
by the spray, doing of the music Of the
pulslng ocean
| went, after a preliminary embarass-
mcnt in the stable over the horses collar,
and said blushingly, Madam, am
ashamed to say | do not know how to
harness that horse ~
''Of course not; everybody can't do
everything and this in Il tone a. though
She We're already overwhelmed with
amazcment ut the number OF things |
could do-hcr replying thus, say, and
then running to the back door and call
in@ to two OF her sons in the field, ''llere
You, Henry Clay, Daniel Webster
room still in that heart, we see, for a
streak of hero worship come here and
help this gentleman harness his horse"
But | cannot enlarge further, Does
not She, however, illustrate gloriously
the creative power OF large heart-cle
ative power to make 4 small house big,
narrow means abundant, work play. Il
'"ntracted sphere r0only, broad and
airy2 Old and New.