The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 76, February, 1864 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 319 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 76, February, 1864.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 76, February, 1864 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 319 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 76, February, 1864.

So I had an eye to Jennie’s education in my article which I unfolded and read, and which was entitled,

HOME-KEEPING vs. HOUSE-KEEPING.

There are many women who know how to keep a house, but there are but few that know how to keep a home.  To keep a house may seem a complicated affair, but it is a thing that may be learned; it lies in the region of the material, in the region of weight, measure, color, and the positive forces of life.  To keep a home lies not merely in the sphere of all these, but it takes in the intellectual, the social, the spiritual, the immortal.

Here the hickory-stick broke in two, and the two brands fell controversially out and apart on the hearth, scattering the ashes and coals, and calling for Jennie and the hearth-brush.  Your wood-fire had this foible, that it needs something to be done to it every five minutes; but, after all, these little interruptions of our bright-faced genius are like the piquant sallies of a clever friend,—­they do not strike us as unreasonable.

When Jennie had laid down her brush, she said,—­

“Seems to me, papa, you are beginning to soar into metaphysics.”

“Everything in creation is metaphysical in its abstract terms,” said I, with a look calculated to reduce her to a respectful condition.  “Everything has a subjective and an objective mode of presentation.”

“There papa goes with subjective and objective!” said Marianne.  “For my part, I never can remember which is which.”

“I remember,” said Jennie; “it’s what our old nurse used to call internal and out-ternal,—­I always remember by that.”

“Come, my dears,” said my wife, “let your father read”; so I went on as follows:—­

I remember in my bachelor days going with my boon companion, Bill Carberry to look at the house to which he was in a few weeks to introduce his bride.  Bill was a gallant, free-hearted, open-handed fellow, the life of our whole set, and we felt that natural aversion to losing him that bachelor friends would.  How could we tell under what strange aspects he might look forth upon us, when once he had passed into “that undiscovered country” of matrimony?  But Bill laughed to scorn our apprehensions.

“I’ll tell you what, Chris,” he said, as he sprang cheerily up the steps and unlocked the door of his future dwelling, “do you know what I chose this house for?  Because it’s a social-looking house.  Look there, now,” he said, as he ushered me into a pair of parlors,—­“look at those long south windows, the sun lies there nearly all day long; see what a capital corner there is for a lounging-chair; fancy us, Chris, with our books or our paper, spread out loose and easy, and Sophie gliding in and out like a sunbeam.  I’m getting poetical, you see.  Then, did you ever see a better, wider, airier dining-room?  What capital suppers and things we’ll have there! the nicest times,—­everything free and easy,

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