St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-05


be so great chance for you to sit down on
the banks of the river of life If in this
world you had country seat: but If you
have
WALKED WITH TIRED FEET
in this world. what glorious change to
mount celestial eQuipage; and if your life
on earth was domestic martyrdom. o! the
JOY of an eternity in which you shall have
nothing to do except what you choose to
do. Martha has had no drudgery for
eighteen centuriesl l quarrel with the
theOlOgians who want to distribute all the
thrones of heaven among the John KnoXes
and the Hugh LatlmerS and the Theban
legion. Some of the brightest thrones of
heaven Will be kept for Christian house
keepers. o. what change from here to
tEere-from the time when they put down
the rolling pin to when they take up the
sceptre. If Chatsworth park and the Van
der5ilt mansion on Fifth avenue were to
be lifted into the celestial city, they would
be considered uninhabitable rookeries, and
glOri6ed Lazarus would be ashamed to be
going in and out Of either of them. There
are many housekeepers who could get
along with their tolls if it were not for
sickness and trouble. The fact is, one
half of the women of the land are more or
never had an ache or pain, may consider
household toll inconslderable, and toward
evening she may skip away miles to the
fields and drive home the cattle. and she
may until 10 o'clock at night fill the house
with laughing racket; but o. to do the
work of life with worn-out constitution,
when whooping- cough has been raging for
six weeks in the household, making the
night as sleepless as the day-that is not
so easy. Perhaps this comes after the
NERVES HAVE BEEN SHATTERED
by some bereavement that has left desola-
tiOn in every room of the house, and set
the crib in the garret, because the occupant
has been huShed into a Slumber which
needs no mothers lullaby. Oh! she could
provide for the whole group great deal
better than she can for part
OF the group now the rest are
gone. Though you may tell her God is
taking care of those who are gone, it is
mother-like to brood both focks; and one
wing she puts over the flock in the house,
the other wing she puts over the flock in
the grave. There is nothing but the old
fashioned religion Of Jesus Christ that will
take a woman through the trials of home
life. At first there may be a romance or a
novelty that will do for a substitute. The
marriage hour has just passed. and the per-
plexities of the household are more than
atOned by the joy of being together, and by
the fact that when it is late they do not
have to discuss the question as to whether
it is time to gol The mishaps of the house
hold, instead OF being matter of anxiety
and apprehension, are matter of merri-
ment-the loaf of bread turned into geo.
logical specimen; the slushy custards; the
jaundiced or measly biscuits. 1t is very
bright sunlight that falls on the cutlery and
the mantel ornaments of a new nome. But
after awhile the
ROMANCE IS ALL GONE,
and then there is something to be prepared
for the table that the book called Cookery
Taught in Twelve Lessons" will not teach,
The receipt for making it is not handful
of this, cup of that, and a spoonful of
something else. 1t is not something sweet
ened with ordinary condiments, or favored
with ordinary favors, or baked in ordinary
ovens. 1t IS the loaf of domestic happiness;
and all the ingredients come down from
heaven, and the fruits are plucked from the
tree of life, and it is sweetened with the
new wine of the kingdom, and it is baked
in the oven of home trial. Solomon wrote
out Of his own experience. He had a
wretehed home. A man cannot be happy
with two wives, much less 600; and he
says, writing out of his own experience:
Better is, a dinner of herbs where love is
then staaed OK aud hatred Herewith" /"
One of the most affecting "reminiscences of
my mother is my remembrance of her as a
Christian housekeeper. She worked very
hard. and when we would come in from
summer play and sit down at the table at
noon, 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 table, and put her head against
THE wRINKLED HAND
and say: ''Well, the fact is, I'm too tired
to eat" Long after she might have dele
gated this duty to others, she would not be
satisfied unless she attended to the matter
herself. In fact we all preferred to have
her do so. for somehow things tasted better
when she prepared them. Some time ago,
in an express train, L shot past
that old homestead. 1 looked out
of the window and tried to peer
through the darkness. While was doing
so one of my old schOolmateS, whom had
not seen for many years. tapped me on the
shoulder and said: de Witt, l see you are
looking out at the scenes of your boy hood. ~
'Oh. yes" L replied, Il was looking out at
the old place where my mother lived and
died. 1ha night, in the cars, the whole
scene came back to me. There was the
country home. There was the MONDAY
table. There were 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 left his
countenance even when he lay in his coffin.
1t was an eighty-six years smile-nOt the
smile of inanimatioh. but Of Christian cour-
age and of Christian hope. At the other
end of the table was a beautiful, benignant,
hard-working. aged Christian hOusekeeper,
my mother. She was very tired. 1 am
glad sho has so good place to rest in.
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord;
they rest from their labors, and their works
do follow them"