The Brookhaven leader., 1886-04-15


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How great are the responsibilities Of
housekeepers. Sometimes an indigestibls
article Of food, by its effect upon a COM
mander or king, has defeated an army or
overthrown an empire. Houskeepers, by
the food they provide, by the couches they
spread, by the books they introduce, by
the influences they bring around their
home, are deciding the physical. intellect
ual, moral, eternal destiny OF the race.
You say your life is one of sacrifice. I
know it. But. my sisters, that is the only
life worth living. That was Florence
Nightiugale's life: that was Pays7n's
life: that was Christ's life. We admire it
in others, but how very hard it is for us to
cultivate ourselves. When in this city
young Doctor Hutchinson. having spent a
whole night in diphtheritic room for the
relief of a patient, became saturated with
the poison and died, we all felt as il we
would like 10 put garlands on his grave;
everybody appreciates 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. cry
ing: "Mother where are vuu;" ar never
came out, our hearts applauhad that young
man. But how few Of us have the ClrriSt-
like spirit-a willingness - srFer for
others. A rough teacher i'm I ~ -.ol called
upon a poor, bali starved lad, who hal Of
Tended against the laws of the school, and
said:
Take of your coat directly. sir"
The boy refused TO take it of. Where.
upon the teacher said again:
Take off your coat, sir" rs he SWING
the whip through the air. Tue boy
fused. 1t was not because he was afraid
of the laSh-he was used to that at bone
but it was from shame: h. had no UNDER
garment. and as at the third command he
pulled slowly off his coat. there went
sob through the school. They saw then
why he did not want 20 remove his coat,
and thew saw the shonln.r hla les mad
almost cut through the skin, and a stout,
healthy boy rose up and went to the
teacher of the school and. snid:
"Oh, sir, please don't hurt this poor fell
low; whip me; see, he's nothing BAT a poor
chap; don't you hurt him, hes poor; whip
me-"
"Well," said the teacher, "it'5 going to
be severe whipping; l am willing to take
you a substitute"
"Well," said the boy, 81 don't care; you
whip me, If you will let this poor fellow
60"
The stout, healty boy took the scoursing
without an cutlery.
"Bravo" says every man-"Rravom
How many OF US are willing TO take the
scourg ing. and the suffering. aud the toll,
and the anx atv for other people? Bcauti
full thing to admire, but how little we have
of that spirit. God gave US that sels-deny-
ing spirit, so that whe her va are in ham
bic spheres or in conspicuous spheres, we
may perform our whole dut for this
struggle will soon he over.
One of the most affecting r..T''inis '-nces
OF my mother is my rene ~. 81 her
as a Christian housekeeTor. &ue worked
very hard, and when We would
come in from summer pay AID sit
down at the table at noon, re-
member how she would coue in with
beads of perspiration along the line Of
gray hair, and how some tms& she would
sit down at the table and put her head
against her wrinkled hand and say:
"W ell, the fact is. I'm too til ed 70 eat
Long after she might have delegated this
duty to others. she would not ne sa's ID
unless she attended TO the meteor herself.
In fact. we all preferred to have ner do so,
for somehow things tasted better when she
prepared them. Some time ago, in an ex-
press train, l shot past that old Epne-
Oh oF he a,,I
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 looking out al the
scenes of your boyhood."
80, yes" 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 noon day tatle.
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 smile that never left his
countenance even when he lay in his
0NH'"' las was an elGh'S -HiA tdl >
smile-not the smile of inanimat IN, but
of Christian courage and of Christian
hope. At the other end of the table was a
beautiful, benignant, bsrd-wuiG ng, aged
Christian housekeepPr, my mother. She
was very tired. am glad she has 50 good
a place to rest in.
Blessed are the dead who die In the Lord;
they rest from their labors, and tLcir works
do follow them.