Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1886-04-08

It IL not something sweetencd With ordi
nary condiments, or favored with ordi
nary havors, or baked in ordinary ovens
II Is the loaf OF domestic happiness, and
all the ingredients come down from
heaven, and the fruits are plucked
from the tree OF life aud
Il Is sweetenod 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 wretchcd
home. A man cannot be happy with two
wives, much less COO; and be says, writ
ing out Of his own experience "Better a
dinner Of herbs where love Is than stalled
OK and hatred herewith
How great are the responsibilities OF
! housekcepers. Sometimes an indigestible
article Of food, by It's effect upon a com.
mandcr or king, has defeated an army or
oyerthrovn An empire. Housekeepers
by the food they provide, by the coucbes
they spread, by the books they introduce,
by the influences they bring around their
home, are decidedly the physical, intel
lectual, moral, eternal destiny OF the
race. You say your life ~ one Of sacri-
fee. | srOw II. But, my sisters, that Is
the only life worth living. That was
Florence Nightingale's llfei that was
Psyson'e lie; that was Christ's life. We
admire II In others, but how very hard il
Is for us to cultivate ourselves. When in
this city young DIT Hutchinson, having
spent whole nightin diphtheretic room
for the relief Of patient, became
saturated with the poison and died, we
ell felt as II we would like to put garlands
on his grave; everybody appreciates
that When In the burning hotel at St.
Inrtr a Fao nm fha Attn
broke open the door Of the room where
his mother was sleeping, and plunged in
amid smoke and IRE, crying; Smother,
where are you 20 and never came out,
our hearts applauded that young man.
But how few OF us have the Chrlstlike
splrit--a Willingness TO suffer for others.
A rough teacher In school called upon
poor, half starved lad who
had offended against the laws
Of the school, and said; "Take
OF your coat directly, sir" The
boy refused TO take II OF. Whereupon
the teacher said again "Tase off your
coat, sir, as be swung the whip through
the air. The hoy refused. IL was not
because he was afraid Of the lash--he
was used 10 that at home--but IL was
from shame; he had no undergarment,
and as at the third command he pulled |
slowly of his coat, there went 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, and stout healthy |
boy rose up and went 70 the teacher OF the |
school and said: sob, sir, please don't |
hurt this Door fellow; whip me; see, he's |
nothing bat poor chap don't you hurt |
bin, he's poor; whip me.n "Well," |
said the boy, 81 don't care you whip /
me, II you viii let this poor fellow gon
The stout healthy boy took the scourging |
without an cutlery "Brayo!" says eveiy |
man--"Byayoln How many of us are
willing TO take the scourging, aud the
suffering, and the toll, and the anxiety
for other people2 Beautiful thing % adj.
mire, but how iltne We have OF that
spirit. God give US that self-denying
spirit, SO that whether we are in humble
spheres or in conspicuous spheres, we
NAV perform eur whole dpty--for this
struggle will soon be over.
One OF the most affecting "reminiscences
Of my mother Is my remembrance of her
rs Christian housekeeper. She worked
very hard, and when we would come In
from summer play, aud sit down at the
table at noon, / remember how she used
10 come IN with beads OF Precipitation
along the line of gray hair, and
Tow sometimes she would sit
Town at the table, and put
ler head against her wrinkled hand and
rays; swell, the fact is, Pm too tired
o eat.h Long after this she might have
delegated This duty to others. She would
Tot he satisfied unless she attended to the
natter herself. In fact, we all preferred
o have her do so, for somehow things
asted better when she prepared them.
some time ago In an express train shot
,ast that old homestead. looked out of
ne window and tried 10 peer through the
darkness While | was doing so one of
ny Old scho0lmates whom had not seen
or many years tapped me on the shout
Ter and said; dewitt, see you are
ooking ont at the scenes OF your boy
lood." "Oh, yes,h l replied. al was
cooking out at the old place where my
mother lived and died" That night, in
he cars the whole scene came
pack to me. There was the
country home There was the
loonday table. There were the children
IN either side OF the table, most of them
gone never to come back. At one end of
he table, my father, with q smile that
lever left his countenauce even when he
ay In his coffin. II was an eighty-slx
gears smile-not the smile of mamma
ion, but OF Christian courage and OF
Christian hope, At the other end of the
.able was beautiful, benignant, hard
working aged Christian housekeeper, my
mother. She was very tired. am glad
she has so good a place to rest In.
Blessed are the dead who die In the
Lord; they rest from their labors, and
their works do follow them"