The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-03

is "A very bright sunlight that falls on the
cutlery and the mantel ornaments Of a
new home
But after awhile the romance is all gone.
and then there is something to be prepar-
cd for the table that the book called
cookery Taught in Twelve Lessons" viii
not teach. The receipt for making it IS not
q handful Of this. a cup of that and a
spoonful Of something else. It is not some
thing sweetened with ordinary condiments,
or Favored with ordinary havors. or
baked in ordinary ovens. 1t is the loaf of
domestic happiness; and all the ingredients
come down from heaven. and the fruits are
plucked from the tree Of life and it is
Sweetened with the new wine Of the king
dom, and 1t is baked in the oven of home
trial Solomon wrote out of his own ex-
perience He had a wretched home a man
cannot be happy with two wives. much less
six hundred; and he says, writing out of
MS own experience: Better is a dinner of
herbs where love is, than stalled OK and
hatred herewith"
How great are the responsibilities Of
housekeepers! Sometimes an indigestible
article of food, by its effect upon a king
mas oVerthroWn an empire. A distinguish
ed statisucian says of one thousand I'M
married men there are thlrty-eight crimi-
nals and Of one thousand married men
only eighteen are criminals. What a
suggestion OF home influences! Let
the most be made of them. Housekeepers
DuY the food they provide by the couches
they spread by the books they intro
duce, by the influences they
bring around their home, are deciding the
physical, Intellectual, moral, eternal des-
tiny of the race You say your life is one
of sacrifice. / know it. But my sisters
that is the only life worth living That
was Florence Nishtingale's life that was
Payson's life; that was Christs life We
admhe ii in others; but how very hard it
IS Tor us to exercise il ourselves When
in Brooklyn, young DR.. Hutchinson. hav-
ing spent whO.e night in a diphtheriUc
room for the relief of patient. became
saturated with the poison and died, we all
felt as if we would like 10 put garands on
mis- grave; everybody appreciates that.
When. in the burning hotel at ST Louis,
young man on the nth story broke open
the door of the room where his mother
was sleeping, and plunged in amid smoke
and fire, crying: Mother where are you?''
and never came out, our hearts applauded
that young man. But how few of us have
The Chrst-like spirit-a willingness 10 suf-
Ter 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 off your coat
directly, sir" The boy refused 10 take it
off, whereupon ,the teacher said again:
Take off your coat, sir" as he swung the
whip through the air. The boy refused.
1t was not because he was afraid of the
laSh-he was used TO that at home-but it
was from shame-he had no undergar-
ment; and as at the third command he
pulled slowly off his coat, there went a 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 to the teacher of the
school, and said: "Oh, sir, please don't
1rt lie FOL u in bo'c
nothing but poor chap don't hurt him.
! he's poor; whip me-" well" said the
| teacher, tits going to be severe whip
| ping; l am willing to take you as a substi-
! tute." ''Well," said the boy, Il don't care
! you whip me- if you will let this poor fell
| low go" The stout, healthy boy took the
/ scourging without an cutlery. Bravo
says every man-'Bravo." How many
| of us are wiling to take the scourging,
and the suffering, and the toll and the
anxiety for other people, Beautiful things
! to admire but how ltue 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 may
| perform our whole duty-for this struggle
/ will soon be over.
one of the most affecting "reminiscences
| Of my mother is my remembrance Of her
as a Christian hOusekeeper She worked
| very hard, and when we would come in
from summer play, and sit down at the
! table at noon, / remember how she used
| TO come in with beads of perspiraton
along the line of gray hair, and how some
times she would sit down at the table and
| put her head against her wrinkled hand
and say. well the fact Is I'm too tired
| to eat" Long after she might have dele
| gated this duty to others, she would not
/ be satisfied unless she attended to the
matter herself. In fact, we all preferred
to have her do so. for somehow things
tasted better when she prepared them
/ Some time ago, in an express train, I shot
| past that old homestead. ] looked out of
the window, and tried to peer through the
darkness While l was doing so, one of
| my old schOolmates, whom l had not seen
for many years, tapped me on the shoul-
der, and said: DE Witt, l see you are
looking out at the scenes of your boy
hood" "Oh, yes" | replied, Il was look
! ing 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
MONDAY table. There We're 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 a smile that
never left his countenance even when he
lay in his coffin. 1t was an eighty fours
! years smlle-nOt the smile Of inanftion
! but of Christian courage and of Christian
! hope. At the other end of the table was a
beautiful benignant, handwriting aged
! Christian housekeeper, my mother She
| was very tired. l am glad she has So
/ good place to rest in. Blessed are the
dead who die in the Lord; they rest from
! their labors, and their works do follow
/ them."