The Newtown bee., 1894-04-27

take heed; but, while you look about to see what needs protection, the storm is upon you, the very flood gates of the heavens seem opened, the sky is ablaze with blinding flame, the giant trees bend with the heaving of the blast, the artil- lery of the thunder-chariots announces that the fearful battle of the clements is on, and the rage of the whirlwind is around you.
 so IT IS WITH ALL
 the rest that we find here. It is short and soon broken, but it is only thus that it may emphasize by contrast the perfect rest of Heaven. We cannot understand what it shall mean never to know care or an anxious thought or disquieting fear. We have no such experience here. But there, beyond the reach of earth's storms and clashing tumults and warning commotions, we shall ever rejoice in the, gentleness and goodness of the unstorm- ing God.
 And once more the question of the text presses for answer: ss'Tell me, what hast thou in the house?" In our house, you reply, there is work for each and for all. A true home is place for true resting, but it is not place for in- sipid idling and foolish dawdling of the time away. A true home is a microcosm, that is, it is small world in itself, where many activities are engaged in and many pair of hands lend their part in the toil; or true home is factory from which one product in the end is | turned, having passed through many | hands and many different processes be- | fore the final form was reached. In this home each one has his task assigned, l each one knows what he can do. and he | is eager to do all that falls to him and help as far as he can in the work of all | the others. The mother does not now ! attend school. for she has finished her schoolgirl days; but she does not for l get that her daughter, who is at school !, has her time largely taken up with the tasks given her there, and so the mother has some consideration in the the demands she makes upon her | child. The daughter, meanwhile, does not forget, though she is a school 1 girl. that she has not entirely relinquish- ed all the duties of her home; and so,
 when out of school, she finds time very often during the day to relieve her mother in many ways. Oh, that every daughter in this wide land had firmly resolved that no allurements to be found in the company of young men, no thought that her mother was antiquated l in language or dress, no greater attrac- l tiOn supposed to be had among girls of equal age, would ever attract her from l feeling that her first duties were to her l home and to the one whose place no
 smiles of young men or gayety of young friends should ever usurp, her mother. That is the true home in which the
 DEEPEST RESPECT FOR EVERY MEMBER
 of the household is shown at all times
 where, if the young man sometimes in his thoughtlessness forgets to be polite
 to his young lady friends, he never for. gets to be polite to his mother or always
 to manifest the deepest respect for his
 father; when, if sometimes he does not
 think to pick up the handkerchief
 dropped by a young lady on the street
 or help her over muddy crossing, he
 never forgets this in the case of his sis
 ter or mother. These words of Rev F E. Clark, president of the Christian En deavOr societies, have much truth "Oh these furrow-browed, white-haireC 1 mothers whom 1 sometimes see treated so heedlessly by their sons and daugh ters! If the children could only know
 that every wrinkle tells of a grinding
 sacrifice for them; every white hair, o
 a sleepless night; every angularity 0!
 form, of a restless babyhood and weeks
 when an anxious one bent over sicl
 child in the crib, of days of watching
 and nights of unrest; of work in the
 kitchen and the ceaseless chatter of thu
 sewing machine treadle. Boys and girls look into your mothers face and see i
 there is not such story there, and i
 you can read it, that old face will have
 beauty in it that you never suspected
 was there." Our noble mothers, Goo
 bless them every one. There is work fo
 all in the true home, but there is nc
 danger that the mothers will shirk thei
 part. Let us all, my dear young friends
 see earnestly to it that we find our worl
 in our homes and gladly take upon us al
 that we should bear.
 Work for all in the earthly home, ant work for all in Heaven. No drones en ; ter that portal, none with capacitie which he may not fully employ. Worl
 for each, work for all; work suited t,
 every reach of mind, to every stretch o loftiest power. Not all placed upon tn
 same level of mediocrity, in order tha those of inferior talents may have n superior; but each one free to choos and develop all that is his in ever-ex , banding unfoldment and ever outstretch
 ing delight. Work for all in the Father
 house on high!
 But is the inventory ended? Is ther nothing else in your house? Oh , yes; love is there. Poor, indeed, woul
 be the furnishing and bare the walls o , the home, if love were an utter strange ;; there. In the true home love takes hi seat at the table, gathers closely witt the family about the blazing hearth fire
 plays with the children as they rom
 over the grassy lawn, kneels down be side the trundle-bed as they repeat thei prayers at night,
 AND WATCHES PATIENTLY .. over the pillow as they go into tn wonder land of dreams. What break up so many homes, what sends brother and sisters as wanderers over the eartl !; and never brings to them one glowin, desire again to be reunited, what make : thousands of firesides lonely, wha blanches many young face, what wet many sleepless pillow with floods o streaming tears, what despoils life of it charms and sends millions every yea
 down to untimely graves? It is tn
 absence of love, my friends, and onl ] that. There is no use in trying, yo
 never can succeed, you never can satisf, outpouring love with anything but love
 Oh, money is cold and heartless as stone
 food only makes hunger the more keen ? and an elegant home only appears as tn
 gloomiest prison, if love be not adde too. A word of sympathy, radian smile, want anticipated, q kiss that stolen, an artless caress- all that is foo that will keep many famishing sou alive; believe it, my brother, my sister
 before it be too late.
 ; And, all these, parents, rest, work fo every variety of talent, and love, rich r full, abounding love, we shall find thank God, in fullest repletion in ou beautiful home in Heaven. sGates 0 f pearl, capstones of amethyst, throne
 of dominion, do not stir my soul so mucl . as the thought of home. Once there, le earthly sorrows howl like storms an,
 roll like seas. Home! Let thrones TO
 and empires wither. Home Homei',