Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-05-22
The Sunny Home.

"Shirley Dare, in the Golden Age,
writes: "I know room where sun
shine always fingers, and there is a
breath of summer and mignonettes
in the air whenever / think Of it
There tired man comes home, and
throws off overcoat and hat without
looking to see what becomes of them.
There is a broad table in the light
strewn with papers andS magazines,
and women's work. with a: litter Of
rose leaves dropping over them from
a central vase. There is wide sofa
Of the days of the Georges, fresh
covered in chintz, with ferns and
harebells for pattern, and the tired
man goes down there with a.great
rufled pillow under his shoulders,
and opens parcel and letters, drop
ping them as he gets through on the
Hoor, the most natural place for them.
A girl has been painting, and her
water colors and paper lie on side
table, Just as she left them to rush
away for an impromptu ride. I have
never been able to discover any dis
arrangement Of the household econo-
my by this flight. Somebody left a
shawl on a chair. There will be
nothing said about it at breakfast
next morning.
There are no laws here against
playing with the curtain tassel, no
regulations as to how eften the snowy
muslin curtains may be put up or Let
down. They do not last the season
out, crisp and speckless as our neigh
boris do across the way, but the only
consequence is they are oftener new
and clean. There is nothing very
fine about this house, but things are
renewed oftener, and look brighter
than they do in statelier houses. The
chairs have no particular places, and
anybody feels at liberty to draw the
sofa out when it pleases him. There
is no primness about the place. If
there is grass on the lawn it is meant
to be walked on, and the geraniums
are fondled, and petted, and caressed
as if they were children. Do you
know there is magnetism in green
leaves and growing flowers derived
from the earth's heart, that makes it
good to handle and feel them? This
house is known as the place where
one dares to be late at breakfast.
There is no ceremony of waiting.
Coffee and cakes are put where they
will be hot; the table is cleared to
suit the housekeepers convenience,
and a small one set for the late
conner.
Nobody lies awake at night till the
light ceases to oshine underyour cham
ber door, if you want to sit up and
gead your novel through. There is
an unwritten law of convenience for
the household which regulates every,
thing better than any code Napole-
onic. And the benefit of allowing
people to be a law unto themselves is,
that they are much better natured
about it when they do obey. There
is indulgence and renose in this love-
ly home, and great deal of time for
things which most people cut short,
an hours play with the children, a
"right downgdod" chat with aneigh
Dor, day of letter writing once a
fortnight. And the worth Of these
merryeeomforting letters-quite outs,
weighs the fact that there are cigar
ashes on the mantel, and n pile Of
work on The sofa. Disorder does no.
imply dust CT soil of any kind. 1t
does not include shabbiness or mean
chaos. 1t means leave to be"-in
most cases, thinking of people more
than of things. Orderi is simple har-
mony of a few notes. DISORDER is
the Towering, branching melody Of
one theme-and that theme individ-