Year: 1870

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What is Your Standing at Home?


We often hear the question asked
of such aud such a one, what is hio
standing in the church, or among bu-
siness men?" bul We never think Of
asking before re take him into our
confidence, chow does he stand at
home?" And yet, the man who can
make reply TO this question with an
untroubled and clear conscience is
a hero not 80 often met with but that
he is worth lookidg abr and closely
cultivsting.


Home again, dearest Safe at
home once more Oh, how I have
missed You - So e3cloims glad


wife, as she meets with caress the


weary man whose coming she he's


watched and waited till twilight has
deepeued into night. She draw hhm


into the cheerful family room, talk


ing and busying herself in the mean


time in suudry little oUutrivances to


make him comfortable. And here
comes the children. You hear chirp-


ing voices and pattering feet in tie
hall long before the little rosy faces
come in sight.


What shouting and clim bing. and


what playful disputipg to see who
shall get to papa first. So much to
tell. So many questions to ask. So
many kisses to be given and taken.
And then there Is headlong race and
a promiscuous scramble, ending in a
general head -over-heelS tumble at a
suggestion from mama that, may be.
papa would like somebody to fetch
hisgslippers.


1FOw,Piaasan'ly she scol~s over tie
distTacting noise with "now, chill
dreD, do be quiet /" But 1t is plain
to see that she enjoys the aforesaid
noise as much as any of them, while
to the conlented man, who is so snug
ly engcooced in the most CON Portable
chair in the room, this hour Of relax
alton is a full payment for all the tolls
and, &sariDess of the day. This is
o6s oPthe men who stand we'll at
home.


How I have missed you p


You must sland well at home be-
fore any body there will ever say
these words to you, just as they
ought to be said, chow have missed
you -


Howsmuch Of grateful affection is
expressed n that one short sentence !
1t tells OF hours of tender, brooIiug
thought for an absent loved ole
What blessed thing it is to BE- miss
ed How We treasure love- remem-
brance


How involuntary she question aris
'es in. the heart Of the absar', DO
they miss me at home?' and how
desolate aud bitter the heart when we
feel ,hat there are noue to miss US -
Not one to send out loving wishes
and thoughts after US. Not one kind
voice to greet US when we come
How very hard it must be to lead a
loVeless life I think there can be 10
other cross so hard to bear.


God pity and soften he man whose
standing at home is not good; whose
family shrink away in fearful silence
as his foot crosses the threshold;
whose children shun the room that he
darkeus with his Preseuc whose wife
meets him with pale, crushed, sp r
itless look, which tells how small is
her hope of caress. how scanty have /
been the loving words and looks that
have frightened her life. God help
those who love him !2for it is pen
ance to love such a man. And God |
bless the generous, cheerful. large
hear'ed man. who always brings the
sunshine with him; who leaves his
cares and his business down town."
and brings only his own cheerful and
pleasing sOlf,h TO his family; for
his face is a never falling source of |
glsdness to those who love him, and !
his tenderness is their highest pride
and surest shield after Gods.


Ab ifyour standing at home isn't
R good oRe, dear reader-irrespecuve
Of sex-be in greater hurry to make
it SO than you are to do any other
hing in the world. Do not wait un-
Ill the memory of the grieyed look
upon some dear face, almost habitual
lDkindness, subdue you into tender
ness, when the face has gone forever
rom your gaze and you can never
,all forth smile 10 dwell upon it
gain.


A TRUF STORY