Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-04-05

falls on the cutlery and the mantel orna-
| ments OF new home.
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
| spoonful OF something else. IL is not
/ something sweetened with ordinary con-
diments. or favored with ordinary flavors,
or baked in ordinary ovens. 1t is the loaf
/ OF domestic happiness, and all the ngre-
/ dents come down from heaven, and the
/ fruits are plucked from the tree Of life,
and 1t is sweetened with the new wine OF
| the kingdom, and il is baked in the oven
/ OF home trial. Solomon wrote out OF his
! own experience. He had a wretched
| home. A man cannot be happy with two
wives, much less six hundred; and he
says, writing out Of his own experiences:
Better is dinner of herbs where love is,
than stalled OK and hatred herewith"
How great are the responsibilities OF
| house-keepers. Sometimes an indigesti-
/ BILE article OF food, by its effect upon
! commander or King, has defeated an
army or Overthrown an empire. House
Keepers by the food they provide, by the
coucnes they spread, by the books they
Introduce, by the influences they bring
| loal, intellectual, moral, eternal destiny
of the race. You say your Lie is one of
sacrifice. | know 1t. But, my sisters,
| that is the only life worth living. That
was Florence Nightingale's life; that was
/ PaysOn's life; that was ChrisGs life. We
admire it in others: but how very hard it
is for us to cultivate ourselves. When
in this city young DIR. Hutchison,
! having spent whole night in
] ba nf
patient, became saturated with the
| poison and died, we all felt as II we
would like to put garlands on his grave;
! everybody appreciates that. When IN
the burning hotel at st. Louis, a 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: "Motherl where are you? ?"
and never came out, our hearts applauded
that young man. But now few OF us have
/ the Christ-like spirit-a willingness To
/ sutier for others. A rough teacher IN
/ school called upon a poor, halt
starved lad, who had offended against
the laws OF the school, and said:
Take of your coat directly, sir" The
boy refused to take it of. Whereupon the
teacher said again: Take off your coat,
sir" as he swung the whip through the
air. The boy refused. 1t was not because
| he was afraid Of the lash-he was used to
that at huue-but it was from shame; he
| had no undergarment, and as at the third
command he pulled slowly of his coat,
| there went a sob through the school. They
saw then why he did not want to remove
his coat, and they saw the shoulder blades
had almost cut through the skin, aud
stout healthy boy rose up and went to the
teacher OF the school, and said: "Oh, sir,
| please don't hurt this poor fellow; whip
me; see, he's nothing but a poor chap;
don't you hurt him, he's poor; whip me :"
| "Well," said the teacher, ''it's going
TO be a severe whipping; | am willing TO
| take YOU as a substitute" 'tWell," said
the boy, 81 don't care; you whip me. il
you will let this poor fellow CO." The
stout, healthy boy took the scOurging
| without an Outcry. "BrayOp saws every
man" BravOp How many Of us are
| willing TO take the scourging, and the
| suffering, and the toll, and the anxiety for
other peOplep Beautiful thing to admire,
| but how little we have Of that spirit. God
| give us that selEdenying spirit, 80 that
/ whether we are in humble spheres or IN
/ conspicuous spheres, we may perform our
/ whole duty-for this struggle will soon be
/ over.
Oneof the most affecting "reminiscences
I of my mother IL my remembrance of her
as Christian housekeeper. She worked
| very hard. and when we would come
in from summer play, and cit 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 some
| times she would sit down at the table,
! and put her head against her wrinkled
/ hand and say: "Well, the fact is, Pm too
tired to eat" Long after she might have
delegated this duty to others, she would
not be satisfied unless she attended TO
the matter herself. In fact, we all pre-
ferred TO have her do so, for somehow
things tasted better when she prepared
them. Some time ago, in an express
train, | shot past that old homestead.
looked out of the window, and tried TO
peer through the darkness. While | WAS
doing so, one Of my old schOOlmates,
whom l had not seen for many
years, tapped me on the
shoulder, and said: Dewitt, see
you are lookinebout at the scenes OF your
boyhOOd. 80, yes" l replied, 81 was
looking out at the old place where my
mother lived and died" That 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 bis countenance,
even when he lay in his coffin. 10 was an
eighty~six years smile-nOt the smile Of
inanimatiOn, but Of Christian courage
and OF Christian hope. At the other end
OF the table was beautiful, beniRnant,
hard-wOrking aged Christian hOusekeep-
er, M mother. She was very tired. /
am glad she has so good place 10 rest in.
'Bessed are the dead who die in the
LORD; they rest from their labOrs, and
thair VOrka do fOlIOW them -