Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1872-09-04
Peace at Home.


1t is Just as possible to keep a calm
house as a clean house, an orderly
house, as q furnished house, if the
heads set themselves to dOsO. Where
is the difficulty of consulting each
others weakness, as well as each 9TH
er's wants-each others tempers, as
each others character? Oh, it is by
leaving the peace at home to chance,
instead of pursuing it by a system,
that so many homes are unhappy.
1t deserves notice, also, that almost
any one can be courteous and patient
in q neighbOFis house, If ANYTHING
goes wrong, or is out of time, or is
disagreeable there, it is made the best
of, not the worst: even efforts are
made to excuse it, and show it is not
felt or, if felt is attributed to accident,
not to design and this is not only
easy, but natural, in the house of a
friend. We will not, therefore, be-
lieve that what is so natural in the
house OfanOther is impossible at home,
but maintain, without fear, that all
the eourtesies of social life may be up
held in domestic societies. A hus-
band, as willing to be pleased at home
and as anxious to please, as in his
neighbOr's house, and O wife as in
tent on making things comfortable
every day to her family, as on set days
to her guests, could not fail to make
their own home happy.
Let US not evade the point of these
remarks by recurring to the maxim
ABOUT allowances for temper. It is
worse than folly to refer to our tenn
per, unless we could prove that we
have ever gained anything good by
giving way to it. Fits of i'll humor
punish US quite as much, if not more
than those they are vented upon and
it actually requires more effort, and
intlicts more pain to give them up,
than would be requisite to avoid them.
The sweetest, most cliDging affee-
tiOn is often shaken by the slightest
breadth of unkindness, as the delicate
rings and tendrils of the vine are agi-
tated by the faiDtest air that blows in
Summer. An unkind word from
one beloved often draws blood from
hearts which would defy the battleaxe
Of hatred, or the keenest edge of vim
diciive satire. Nay, the shade, the
gloom of the face familiar and dear,
awakens grief and pain. These in
the elegant words Of the preacher
Reed, are the little thoFns which
though men of TOugher form may
make their way through them with
out feeling, extremely incOmmOde
persons OF a more refined turn in their
journey through life, and make their
irksOme and unpleasant,
How careful ought We to be not to
iarken over and mutilate the sweet
images Of hope, and joy, and peace,
hat might gild the current OF oar
own, and of our eOmpaion's life, by
suffering the spots to mingle with
.hem-theSe shadows of upas leaves
10 be reflected in the stream. OF all
he cruel words or deeds, the word or
he deed that would daTken hope j.
he most cruel. Upon old Latin mo-
tells we see Hope delineated in the
lct of drawing back her garment.
hat her footsteps may not be inn
leded; and it is also worth remarking
hat she is always drawn in the
attitude of mOtiOn-she is always
advancing. Sweet traveller, who
would have the heart TO stop thee,
llbeit, in this world thou wilt never
ind the garden to which thou art
ourneying, Go on, with thy flower
Z hand, and may the blessing of God
20 with thee.