The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-02-13

~ AL pno AuAbuaps VI VIC newly iutTrleu
couple In the way Of household affairs are
not matters Of anxiety or apprehension,
but merriment. The loaf Of bread turned
into q geological specimen, the slushy
custards and jaundiced and measly bis
cuits Oh, 1t is q very bright sunlight
that falls upon the cutlery and mantel
ornaments of new home! Romance and
novelty will do for little WHILE but after
awhile the romance is all gone, and there
is loaf to be made, a loaf that cannot
bo swestcned by any earthly condiments,
and cannot be favored with any earthly
favors, and cannot be baked in any ordi-
nary oven 1t is the loaf of domestic happi-
ness. All the ingredients from heaven.
Fruit from the tree of life and swcetened
with tho new wine of the kingdom and
baked In the oven Of home trial. God
only can make that loaf. You can cut it,
but it takes God to make It,
Solomon wrote out of his own miserable
c1perience-he had wrctched home; no
man can bs happy with two wives, much
less with 700, and out of his wSetched
experience he wrote" Better Is dinner
Of herbs where love Is than q stalled OK
and hatred Herewith" Oh, the response
bAiibiSo Va lH)llbChtGlNlb! AlUsh ny uflGlE
indigestion have lost empires. and gen
erals through Indigestion have lost battles.
One of the great statsticians says that
out of 1000 unmarried men 30 were Grim
inals, and out Of 900 married men only
IS were criminals, showing the power of
home. And, oh, the responsibility resting
upon housekeepers! By the food they
provide, by the couch they spread, by the
books they introduce, by tho influence
they bring around the home, they arc
helping to decide the physical, the intel
lectual. the moral, tho eternal, welfare of
the human race. Oh, the responsibility!
True Happiness.
That woman sits in the house Of God
today perhaps entirely yunappreciated. She
is the banker of her home, the president,
the cashier, tho teller, the discount clerk,
and ever snd anon there Is u panic. God
knows the anxirties and the cares, and he
knows that this is not useless sermon,
but that there are multit,dns of hearts
waiting Tor the 1is!iiation Of the divine
mercy nd solace IN Thur hour of trials
and their bDn,e duties and their own
fatigues. The world hears nothing about
them. They never speak about them.
You could not with the agonies of an in
QUESTION bring tho truth out of them.
They keep it still. They say nothing
They endure and will until God and the
Judgment right their wrongs. "Oh," says
some sister, ";iro you not trying to show
that all woman g life ut home is ono of
self sacrifce?" Yes, my sister, and that
is the only kind of life worth living. That
has been the life of Florence Nightingale;
that was the life of Edward Fay son; that
was the life of the Lord Jesus Christ;
that is the life Of every man or woman
that is happy-a life Of self sacrifice.
Those people living for themselves-are
they happy? Find me one l will give
you all tho nations of the earth to find mo
the self sacrificing people that arc happy,
for God pays SO largely, so gloriously, so
magniflcently, in the deep and eternal sat-
isfaci.ons of the soul. Self sacrificed Wo
all admire 1t in others. How little we cx-
crcisc of it! How much would VIC endure
how much would we risk-for othcrs?
A very rough schoolmaster had a poor
lad that had offended the laws of tho
school, and he ordered him to como up.
Now" he said, "you take off your coat
instantly and receive this whip" The
boy declined, and moro vehcmently the
teacher said, II tell you, now, take off your
coat---tako it of Instantly" The boy
again declined. 1t was not because he was
afraid OF the lash-he was used to that in
his cruel home but it was lor shame, IIo
had no undcrgarments, and when ut last
he removed his coat there went up a sob
Of emotion oil through the school us they
saw why he did not wish to remove his
coat and as they saw the shoulder blades.
almost cutting through the skin. As the
schoolmaster lifted his whip to strike a
roscatc, healthy boy leaped up and said:
"Stop, schoolmaster; whip me! IIo is
only poor chap; he can't stand it; whip
mel" "Oh," said tho teacher, "it's 60
ing to be very severe scourging! But il
you want to take the position of sllbstl-
tuto you can do It," The boy said: II
don't care. Whip me. III take it. He's
only poor chap. Don't you SEQ tho
bones almost come through tho flesh?
Whip me-" And when the blows came
CaSn on the boys shoulders this healthy,
,Ji,,st lad made no outcry. Ho endured
it all uncomplainingly We all say
"Brayo.' for that lad. Bravo! That is
the spirit Of Christ! Splendid! How
much scourging, how much chastisement,
how much anguish, will you and tako for
othersS Oh, that we might have some
thing of that boys spirit! Aye, that wo
might have something Of the spirit of
Jesus Christ, for in all our occupations
and trades and businesses, and all our lie,
homo life, foreign life, we are to remember
that the sacrifice for others will soon bo
over.