Untitled

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 13, Issue 664, 15 March 1869, Page 4

Houses and Homes —\Vo iaik of adorning our houses and our grounds, but never mention those dear creai ures without whom no house is complete. One may spread the velvet lawn around the but it looks naked and cold; may set uo gleaming marble carved in the human form, but never can chisel give it life ; and the pretty nooks among the greenery are ever infinished; the vine-clad harbors have em t) seats ; smooth gravel walks show no little foot-prints, while the house should be a home but is not, is always in order—painful order. Not a book to take up readily, for they are all behind glass, bought for show and not for use. When all is carried out, as far as the architect and landscape hardener can go, and the precise woman of the house has placed each little statuette on its appropriate bracket; straightened each chair and curtain ; hung all blank spaces with furniture—with nice regard to size, and no regard to light or shade ; then master and mistress survey their house and g-ounds, with an inward satisfaction at having displayed their money at so nice an advantage, but take their seats at table, looking in each other's eves, each asking with silent lips why this chill? why tiiis unfinished look in everything ? Just put a troupe of little rosy cheeked fatlisted ones into such a house, let them pull a tahle-&pread away, leave doors open, throw picture-books on the carpets, and pull flowers to pieces on the door steps, then there would be some comfort for the wife, for she would have something to occupy her mind and hands too. O ! those women know not what life is, with no silvery voice singing through the house, no little feet pattering on the stair, no little one to hug and kiss, up happiness, no home —I almost say no heaven. —.New York Tribune,