The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-03-07

the one condition of his coming that the only
dish be one loaf of bread, and the most imperial
satlsfactions have sometimes banqueted on the
plainsst fare.
Do not be caught In the delusion of many
thousands in postponing a home until they can
have an expensive one. That idea is the devils
trap that catches men and women innumerable.
who will never have any home at all. Capital
lists of America, build plain homes for the peo-
pie. Let this tenement-house system, in which
hundreds of thousands OF the people of our cit
les are wallowing in the mire, be broken up by
small homes, where people can have their own
hresldes and their own altar. In this great con-
tinent there is room enough for every man and
woman to have q home. Morals. and civiliza-
ton. and religion demand it.
We want done all over this land what George
Peabody and Lady Burdett-C outts did in Eng
land, and some of the large manufacturers OF
this country have done for the villages and cities
In building small houses at cheap rents, so that
the middle classes can have separate homes.
They are the only class not provided for. Inc
rich have their palaces, and the poor have their
poor-houses, and criminals have their jails; but
what about the honest middle classes. who are
able and willing to work, and yet have small In
comet Let the capitalist. inspired Of God and
pure patriotism, rise and build whole streets OF
small residences. The laborer may have, at the
close of the day, to walk or ride further than is
desirable to reach it, but when he gets to his des
tination In the eventide he will find something
worthy of being called by that glorious, and I'M
FASHIONED, and heaven-descendei word, 'hcme."
Young married man, as soon as you can. buy
such a place, even if you have to put on it a
mortgage reaching from base to cap-stone. The
much-abused mortgage, which is ruin to a reck-
less man, to one prudent ana provident is the
beginning of a competency and a fortune, for
the reason he will not be satisfied until he has
paid it off, and all the household are put on a
stringent economies until then. Deny yourself
all superiuities and all luxuries until you can
say: Everything in this house is mine, thank
foot of plumbing, every door sill. Do not
have your children born in a board
ing-house, and do not yourself be
buried from one. Have a place where your chill
dren can shout, and sing, and romp. without be-
ing overhauled for the racket. Have a kitchen,
where you can do something toward the reforma-
ton Of evil cookery and the lessening of this ma
ton of dyspeptics. As Napoleon lost one of his
great battles by an attack of indigestion, so,
many men have such a daily wrestle with the
food swallowed that they have no strength left
for the battle of life; and though your wife may
know how to play on all musical instruments
and rival a prima donna, she is not well educated
unless she can boil an Irish potato and broil a
mutton chop, since the diet sometimes decides
the fate of families and nations.
Have a sitting-room with at least one easy
chair, even though you have to take turns in sit
ting in it, and books out of the public library. or
of your own purchase for the making of your
family intelligent, and checker-boards and
guessing matches, with an occasional blind
mans buff. which is, of all games my favorite.
Rouse up your homes with all styles of innocent
mirth, and gather up in your ckildren's nature a
reservoir of exuberance that will pour down re-
freshing streams when life gets parched, and the
dark days come, and the lights go out, and the
laughter is smothered into a sob.
First, last and all the time, have Christ in your
home. Julius Caesar Gained the fears of an af-
frighted boatman who was rowing him n astream,
by stating: 80 long as Caesar is with you in the
same boat, no harm can happen And what
ever storm of adversely. or bereavement, or pow
erty may strike your home, all is well as long as
you have Christ the King on board. Make your
home so far-reachingi in its influence that down
to the last moment of your children's life you
seventy-s six years of age the Demosthenes of the
American Senate lay dying at Washington-I
mean Henry Clay, of Kentucky.
His pastor sat at his bedside and ''the old man
eloquent" after a long and exciting public life.
transatlantic and cisatlantic, was back again in
the scenes of his boyhood, and he kept saying in
his dream over and over again: Mother! moth
er! mother!" May the parental influence we ex-
et be not only potential but holy, and SO the
home on earth be the vestibule of our home in
heaven. in which place we all meet, father,
mother. son, daughter, brother, sister. grand
father and grandmother, and grandchild and the
entire group Of precious ones, of whom we must
say in the words of transporting Charles Yves
ley: t@
zone family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream
The narrow stream of death;
One army Of the living God.
To His command we bow;
Part Of the host have crossed the food.
And part are crossing now"