The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1881-08-11

is not something sweetened with ordi-
nary condiments, or favored with ordl
nary flaVors, or baked in ordinary ovens
1t is the loaf of domestic happiness, and
all the ing edients come down from hea'
ven, and the fruits are plucked from the
tree Of life, il is sweetened with the new
wine of the kingdom, and is baked in the
oven of home trial. Solomon wrote out
of his own experience. He had wretch-
ed home. A man cannot be happy with
two wives, much less with six hundred;
and he says, writing Of his own expert
enCe: "Better is a dinner Of herbs where
love is, than stalled OK and hatred
Herewith"
How great are the responsibilities OF
housekeeper Sometimes an indigesti-
BILE article of food, by its effect upon
commander or King has defeated an army
or overthrown an empire. Housekeep"
ers, by the food they prov de, by the cou-
Ches they spread, by the books they in
troduce, by the influences they bring
ar und their home, are deciding the in
tellectual, physical, moral, eternal desti
ny of the race. You say your life is one
of sacrifice. know it, But, my sisters,
that is the only life worth living; that
was Florence Nightengale's life; hat was
was Payson's life; that was Christ's life.
We admire 1t in Others but how very
hard it ia for us to cultivate IT ourselves,
When young DR.. Hutchinson, having
spent whole night in diptheretlc
room for the relief of the patient, be-
came saturated with tie poison and died,
we all felt as if we would like to put a
garland on his grave Everybody appre,
Ciates that. When, in the burning hotel
at st. Louis, young man on the fifth
story broke open the door OF the room
where his mother was sleeping, and
plunged in amid smoke and fire, crying;
"Mothel, where are your" and never
came out, our hearts applauded that
young man. But how few of us have
the Chris like spirit-a willingness to
suffer for others. A rough teacher in a
school called upon poor half starved
d, who had offended against the rules
of the school, and said Take of your
coat, directly, sir" The boy fused to
obey, whereupon the teacher said again.
Take off your coat, sir" as be swung
the whip through the air. The boy re-
fused. 1t was not because pc was afraid
of the lash-he was used to that at home
but it was from shame. He had no
undergarment, and, as at the third com
mand, he pulled slowly off his coat, there
went sob all through the school. They
saw then why he did not want to remove
his coat, and they Haw the shoulder
blades had almo,t cut through the skin,
A stout, healthy hoy rose up and went to
theaCher and said: 'Oh, sir, don't hurt
this poor fellow; whip me; see, he's moth.
ing but poor chap; don't hurt him; but
whip me-" well" said the teacher,
"it's going to be severe whipping, am
willing to take you as substitute"
well" said the boy, II don't care; you
whip me; if you won't, let this poor fell
low CO." The stout, healthy boy TOOK
the sCourging without an outcry. "Bra'
vol" says every man. Bravol How many
of us are willing to take the sconrging,
and suffering, and oil, and the al xiety
for other people? A beautiful thing to
admire, but how little we have of tnat
spirit. God give us that selfdenying
spirit, 30 that whether we are in humble
circumstanCs or in conspicuous IS spheres,
we may perform our whole duty, for this
struggle will soon be over.
One of the most affeCtns reminisCen
Ces of my mother is my remembrance of
her as a Chr stian housekeeper. She
worked hard, and when we would come
from summer play and sit down at the
table at noon, l remember how she used
to come in, with beads of perspiration
along the line of gray hair, and how
sometimes she would sit down at the ia
BILE and put her head against hel wrink
led hand, and say: well the fact is l
am too tired to eat" Long after she
might have delegated this duty to others
he ould not be satisied unless she
tended to the matter herself. In fact,w
al preferred to have her do 80, for some
how things tasted better when she pre-.
pared them, Long afterward in the ex-
press train l shot pas: that old home.
steHd. Hooked out of the window and
tired to peer throu h the darkness. And
while l was doing so one of my old class
mates, whom | had not seen for many
years, tapped me on the shoulder and
said; Dewitt, l see you are looking out
at the enes of your boyhood." "Oh,
yes" l replied, 81 was looking out at the
old place where my mother lived ana
died" That night in the cars the whole
scene came back to me. There wa the
country nome. There was the MONDAY
table. There was the MONDAY table,
There we're the children on either side
of the table-most of them gone never
to come back. At one end of the table
my father, with a smile that never lef.
his countenance, even when he lay in
his coffin; it was an eighty.six years
Sun lie; not the smile of animation, but of
Christian hope and Christian resignation.
At the other end of the table was beau.
tful, benlgnant hard. working, aged,
Christian housekeeper-my mother.
She was very tired. I am glad she has
so good a place to rest in. BLESSED are
the dead VINO die in the Lord. They
rest from their labors, and their works
do fOllOvy thpn