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ordid world to the day when； with an oath； they close them forever and their bones are shoveled out of sight； they never warm to one touch of human sympathy； never thrill to a single thought； never start to a single hope。 In the name of the God of mercy； let them pour the maddening liquor down their throats and feel for one brief moment that they live！
Ah！ we may talk sentiment as much as we like； but the stomach is the real seat of happiness in this world。 The kitchen is the chief temple wherein we worship； its roaring fire is our vestal flame； and the cook is our great high…priest。 He is a mighty magician and a kindly one。 He soothes away all sorrow and care。 He drives forth all enmity； gladdens all love。 Our God is great and the cook is his prophet。 Let us eat； drink； and be merry。
ON FURNISHED APARTMENTS。
〃Oh； you have some rooms to let。〃
〃Mother！〃
〃Well； what is it？〃
〃'Ere's a gentleman about the rooms。〃
〃Ask 'im in。 I'll be up in a minute。〃
〃Will yer step inside； sir？ Mother'll be up in a minute。〃
So you step inside and after a minute 〃mother〃 comes slowly up the kitchen stairs； untying her apron as she comes and calling down instructions to some one below about the potatoes。
〃Good…morning； sir；〃 says 〃mother；〃 with a washed…out smile。 〃Will you step this way； please？〃
〃Oh； it's hardly worth while my coming up；〃 you say。 〃What sort of rooms are they； and how much？〃
〃Well；〃 says the landlady； 〃if you'll step upstairs I'll show them to you。〃
So with a protesting murmur； meant to imply that any waste of time complained of hereafter must not be laid to your charge； you follow 〃mother〃 upstairs。
At the first landing you run up against a pail and a broom； whereupon 〃mother〃 expatiates upon the unreliability of servant…girls； and bawls over the balusters for Sarah to come and take them away at once。 When you get outside the rooms she pauses； with her hand upon the door； to explain to you that they are rather untidy just at present； as the last lodger left only yesterday； and she also adds that this is their cleaning…dayit always is。 With this understanding you enter； and both stand solemnly feasting your eyes upon the scene before you。 The rooms cannot be said to appear inviting。 Even 〃mother's〃 face betrays no admiration。 Untenanted 〃furnished apartments〃 viewed in the morning sunlight do not inspire cheery sensations。 There is a lifeless air about them。 It is a very different thing when you have settled down and are living in them。 With your old familiar household gods to greet your gaze whenever you glance up； and all your little knick…knacks spread around youwith the photos of all the girls that you have loved and lost ranged upon the mantel…piece； and half a dozen disreputable…looking pipes scattered about in painfully prominent positionswith one carpet slipper peeping from beneath the coal…box and the other perched on the top of the pianowith the well…known pictures to hide the dingy walls； and these dear old friends； your books； higgledy…piggledy all over the placewith the bits of old blue china that your mother prized； and the screen she worked in those far by…gone days； when the sweet old face was laughing and young； and the white soft hair tumbled in gold…brown curls from under the coal…scuttle bonnet
Ah； old screen； what a gorgeous personage you must have been in your young days； when the tulips and roses and lilies （all growing from one stem） were fresh in their glistening sheen！ Many a summer and winter have come and gone since then； my friend； and you have played with the dancing firelight until you have grown sad and gray。 Your brilliant colors are fast fading now； and the envious moths have gnawed your silken threads。 You are withering away like the dead hands that wove you。 Do you ever think of those dead hands？ You seem so grave and thoughtful sometimes that I almost think you do。 Come； you and I and the deep…glowing embers； let us talk together。 Tell me in your silent language what you remember of those young days； when you lay on my little mother's lap and her girlish fingers played with your rainbow tresses。 Was there never a lad near sometimesnever a lad who would seize one of those little hands to smother it with kisses； and who would persist in holding it； thereby sadly interfering with the progress of your making？ Was not your frail existence often put in jeopardy by this same clumsy； headstrong lad； who would toss you disrespectfully aside that henot satisfied with onemight hold both hands and gaze up into the loved eyes？ I can see that lad now through the haze of the flickering twilight。 He is an eager bright…eyed boy； with pinching； dandy shoes and tight…fitting smalls； snowy shirt frill and stock； andoh！ such curly hair。 A wild； light…hearted boy！ Can he be the great； grave gentleman upon whose stick I used to ride crosslegged； the care…worn man into whose thoughtful face I used to gaze with childish reverence and whom I used to call 〃father？〃 You say 〃yes；〃 old screen； but are you quite sure？ It is a serious charge you are bringing。 Can it be possible？ Did he have to kneel down in those wonderful smalls and pick you up and rearrange you before he was forgiven and his curly head smoothed by my mother's little hand？ Ah！ old screen； and did the lads and the lassies go making love fifty years ago just as they do now？ Are men and women so unchanged？ Did little maidens' hearts beat the same under pearl…embroidered bodices as they do under Mother Hubbard cloaks？ Have steel casques and chimney…pot hats made no difference to the brains that work beneath them？ Oh； Time！ great Chronos！ and is this your power？ Have you dried up seas and leveled mountains and left the tiny human heart…strings to defy you？ Ah； yes！ they were spun by a Mightier than thou； and they stretch beyond your narrow ken； for their ends are made fast in eternity。 Ay； you may mow down the leaves and the blossoms； but the roots of life lie too deep for your sickle to sever。 You refashion Nature's garments； but you cannot vary by a jot the throbbings of her pulse。 The world rolls round obedient to your laws； but the heart of man is not of your kingdom； for in its birthplace 〃a thousand years are but as yesterday。〃
I am getting away； though； I fear； from my 〃furnished apartments；〃 and I hardly know how to get back。 But I have some excuse for my meanderings this time。 It is a piece of old furniture that has led me astray； and fancies gather； somehow； round old furniture； like moss around old stones。 One's chairs and tables get to be almost part of one's life and to seem like quiet friends。 What strange tales the wooden…headed old fellows could tell did they but choose to speak！ At what unsuspected comedies and tragedies have they not assisted！ What bitter tears have been sobbed into that old sofa cushion！ What passionate whisperings the settee must have overheard！
New furniture has no charms for me compared with old。 It is the old things that we lovethe old faces； the old books； the old jokes。 New furniture can make a palace； but it takes old furniture to make a home。 Not merely old in itselflodging…house furniture generally is thatbut it must be old to us； old in associations and recollections。 The furniture of furnished apartments； however ancient it may be in reality； is new to our eyes； and we feel as though we could never get on with it。 As； too； in the case of all fresh acquaintances； whether wooden or human （and there is very little difference between the two species sometimes）； everything impresses you with its worst aspect。 The knobby wood…work and shiny horse…hair covering of the easy…chair suggest anything but ease。 The mirror is smoky。 The curtains want washing。 The carpet is frayed。 The table looks as if it would go over the instant anything was rested on it。 The grate is cheerless； the wall…paper hideous。 The ceiling appears to have had coffee spilt all over it； and the ornamentswell； they are worse than the wallpaper。
There must surely be some special and secret manufactory for the production of lodging…house ornaments。 Precisely the same articles are to be found at every lodging…house all over the kingdom； and they