, 1886-04-11

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How great are thu responsibilities of house
reeperr. Sometiimes an indig5stibh article
Of food, by its effect upon 4 commander or
king, has defsate1 an army or overthrown
an empire. Housekeepers by the food they
provide, by the couches they spread, by the
books they Introduce, by the influences they
bring around their home, arc deciding the
physical. intellectual. moral, eternal destiny
Of the race. You say your life is one Of
sacrifice. 1 know it. But, my sisters,
that is the only life worth living. That
was Florence NghtingaIe's life: that
wins Payxon's life; that was christ'a
life. We admire IL in Others, but
how very hard II Is for US to cultivate our
selves. When in this city young DR.. Hutch
i~on, having spent a whole night in a diph-
thereto room for the relief of a patient, be-
came saturated with the poison and died, we
all felt as II we would like to put rarlands on
his grave; everybody appreciated 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 WINS
sleeping. and plunged in amid smoke and fire,
cryingi ''Motheri where are your and never
came out. our hearts a~pplauded that young
man But how few Of us have the Christliks
spirit-a willingness to suffer for Others. A
rough teacher in a school called upon a poor.
half starved lad, who had offended against
the laws OF the schools, and said:
Take OF your coat directly. sir" The
hoy refused to nike it of. whereupon the
teacher said again, Take of your coat, SIR
rs he swung the whip through the air. The
boy refused. It ras not because he was
afraid OF the lash-he was used to that AZ
home-but IL was from shame; be had nc
-undergarment, and, as at the third command
he pulled slowly of his coat. there went q
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 a stout, healthy boy rose up and went tc
the teacher OF the school. and said: 20, sir,
please don't hurt this poor fellow; whip me
SEQ. hes nothing but a poor chap: don't yon
hurt him, he's poor; whip me- well" said
the teacher, ''ft's going to be a sever.
whipping; / I'M willing to take you as
a su~bstitute.r Well said the boy, ~
don't cnre; you whip me, II you will let
this poor fellow GO" The stout, healthy
boy took the scourging without an out
cry. "Bravoi7 says every man, 'Bravoi'
How many Of MS are willing to take tho
scourging, and the suffering. and the toll
and the anxiety for other people Beautiful
thing to admire, but how little we have OF
that spirit. God give us that self denying
spirit, 50 that whether we are in humblr
spheres or in conspicuous spheres. we may
perform our whole duty-for this struggle
win soon be over.
One of the most affecting "reminiscences OF
my mother is my remembrance of her as r
Christian housekeeper, She worked very
bard, and when we would come In from sum
mer play and sit DOWN at the table at noon, J
remember how she used to come In with
beads of Precipitation along the lines
OF gray hair, and how sometimes
she would sit down at the tnble and
put her head against her wrinklcd rand and
say; "Well, the fact Is, I'm too tired to eat. >
Long after she might nave delegated thi.
duty to others she would not be satisfied nm
less she attended to the matter herself. In
fact, we all preferred to have her do so, fol
somehow things insted better when she pre-
pared them. Sometime ago, in an expires.
train, I shot past that old homestead ]
looked out Of the window and tried tc
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: i"Ds
Witt, / see you-are looking out at the scenet
Of your boyhood-r 20, yes" Ireplied, II was
looking out at the old place where my mother
lived.and died" That night, IN the cars, the
whole $ -ene came back to me. There was ths
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 q
smile that never left his countenance ever
when be lay in his coffin. 1t was an eighty.
six years smile, not the smile OF Illumination.
but OF Christian courage and of Christian
| hove A. IN. ofbar ard - tI.a f.h1. -.
beautiful, benignant, ~rard-working. aged
Christian housekeeper. my mother. She wa,
very tired. l am glad she has so good Q
place TO rest in blessed are tho dead who
die I'm the Lord; they rest from their labors
and their works do follow them