and kiss your darling Betsy as she is making apple dumplings for dinner. Home, in one word, is a place sacred to one family's use; the spot on earth where the poorest man can look on the furniture, if it be but two old chairs, and a three-legged stool, and say, "I'm monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute."

Now, workingmen, workingmen's wives, and workingmen's sweethearts, to you this evening I speak on the means of having this happy home. And first to workingmen let me address myself.

I. TO HAVE A HAPPY HOME YOU MUST HAVE A WIFE OF YOUR own. I am not going to recommend you to put away that kind, loving-hearted old mother of yours who at present is your housekeeper. God forbid. No greater honor can a noble-hearted son have than making happy the declining years of his mother. Every son who is worthy the name of a man, will say in reference to his old mother :

"You fed me from your gentle breast,
You hushed me in you arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest,
My mother!

"Now you are feeble, old, and gray,
My youthful arm shall be your stay,
And I will wipe each tear away,

My mother!"

Sors! superannuate your old mothers; let them have a quiet seat at your chimney corner; give them the bairns' stockings to darn; call in their aid to put stick,ing plaster on Johnny's cut finger; to curl Mary's hair and dress Nancy's doll, but don't, on the plea of having a mother, neglect to take a wife. A mother in the course of nature will die and leave you, perhaps a fusty, rusty, old bachelor, and that lass who would now jump for joy to hear you "pop the question to her," will by that time have become a grandmother, and the young ones will be surprised at you thinking they

would have an “owd felley" like you for a husband. A sister may sometimes make an excellent housekeeper; but she's a bird of passage. A man not half as handsome as yourself will come, and talk soft nonsense into her ear, and off she goes, and leaves you in single wretchedness. A lodging mistress may do for a time, but you will never have a home, until you plant some one at the opposite side of the fire to yourself; one whose heart will beat in unison with yours; one whose smile will cheer you up as you return tired and wearied from your daily toil; one, who, becoming bone of your bone, and flesh of your flesh, knows no limited liability in your concerns, but acts as your second self, and makes you feel that your heart may safely trust in her.

But I go on to remark that it is not every woman who is fit to be a wife for a workingman. It's all well and good for my Lord Bareacres to marry the only daughter of Sir John Greenfields, for whom he feels no love whatever, and who is a perfect ninny. He may live continually at his mansion at Hyde Park, and she at their country seat in Derbyshire. The washing, the dressing, and the educating of the young Bareacres is no business of her ladyship's. But it's not so with the workingman. The woman whom he

marries he must live with, and eat with. She must nurse his babies, and teach them, by her example at least, whatever they may learn for several years. It behoves him then, above all things, to have a woman who can be a wife and a mother, in the truest sense. Workingmen care less for blue eyes, for red cheeks, for white teeth, for ability to dance and sing, than for good common sense which is so uncommon, that kindly, motherly feeling which fits a woman for being a wife and a mother. The great Napoleon lamented that France was deficient in mothers-that whilst there were numerous women bringing sons into the world who grew up fops and dandies, only suited for advertising tailors, there were few who taught what would fit them for being patriots and men.

I don't stand here to advocate the cause of the "strong-minded women;" I do not decry beauty in either man or woman. I agree with the celebrated Robert Hall, who on being taunted with having married his housekeeper, a woman without mind they said, replied, "Mind, sir! mind, sir! why, you can't kiss mind." That is true. Marry, by all means, a woman you can kiss, aye and kiss heartily, and one who will kiss you back with cent for cent of interest. Nevertheless, kissing must be but very uninteresting, and very unexciting where there is no mind. A man will have very little wish to kiss the woman who brings him up a lot of lubberly lads, and girls who can do nothing but put their fingers into their mouths and stare, when a stranger talks to them.

Now to get a good wife you should go to a good nest for her. Cobbett tells of a house which he visited, where there were three marriagable daughters. He wondered how they were always at a loose end; never sewing, darning, or the like, and he charitably set down in his mind that they were early risers, and thus had their work early done, and the evenings to themselves. This delusion lasted until one evening one sister said to another, Sister, where's our needle ?" Well, he thought, that is strange; three sisters, and only one needle, and that needle's whereabouts not known; this is not the place to come for a good wife. Again, when you go a courting, go at it like a man. Don't be content with mere squeezing. Remember what the lisping girl said to her sheepish lover :-" If you love me, thay tho; but don't thqueethe me."

II. TO HAVE A HAPPY HOME A HUSBAND MUST PROVIDE THE SUPPLIES.-Disguise it as you may, love has a strong tendency to fly out of the window, when poverty goes in at the door. I know that this is not the case with real love, when the poverty is not brought about by idleness or crime. I know that the hour of poverty is the hour when woman appears as a ministering angel; but that is only when she feels

that the man to whom she is married is neither a lazyhomes now a spooney. Some men are aai some women hay, marry with a view of having an ide life. The

mueniates pow what the winaa za mke by Charring, washing, or the ice and sive dreams of nothing to do when once ber own mistress. A mistress was once surprised by her servant giving notice to leave. The had nothing in particular to object to except work, and the wanted to be married to have reat to her bones. She got married, and three months after was met by her mistress, who enquired if she now got rest to her bones. "Yes," she very sorrowfully replied, “I get rest to my bones, but it's rest to my jaw bones."

Workingmen, keep your homes well supplied; never let your children want; never let them have cause to say the grace which a poor urchin did on one occasion. He looked at the four thin slices on the table for four hungry growing boys, and he devoutly said,

“Four slices of bread for four of us;

We thank our stars there a int no more of us.

AMEN."

Aye, many boys who would otherwise rejoice at the coming of a baby, have to view it as an interloper, when the drunken or lazy father will not provide the supplies. Many of the ricketty, half-grown youths whom we see might truly say, as did a half-starved Irishman on having physic given him at the hospital, "It's not faisick I want, it's sausangers and tay."

III TO MAKE HOME HAPPY A MAN MUST BE SOBER. Your wife did not marry a drunkard. When you courted her, your lips did not taste of the beer barrel. No; you went to see her in your courting days as sober as a judge, and as cleanly as if going to church. Continue so. She has left all for you; it may be a fond mother, a doting father, and loving brothers were all parted with for your sake. Part with drink for her's, and for your family's good. Remember your example upon your children will be most

injurious if you get drunk, aye, or even muddled. Don't comfort yourself with the thought that you can prevent them drinking and still drink yourself. Let me tell you a little story on this point. A father, whose grown-up sons were fast following in his drunken steps, offered them a sheep each if they would join the teetotal society. His little Benjamin asked if he might have a sheep also, if he joined. "Well," said the father, "my little fellow, there is no need of your joining, you are but a child." "Well, but will you give me a sheep?-do, father." He consented, and the little boy, with the artlessness and natural logic of youth, then said, "Father, don't you think you had better take a sheep to yourself?" Yes, drinking father, take a sheep to yourself. Save your beer money, and at the quarter's end buy a new gown for your Betsy, a new bonnet for Mary, a doll for baby, and a rocking horse for Tommy, and in your house will be heard such sounds of rejoicing as will delight you for years to come, on its bare remembrance.

IV. BE CLEANLY.-You cannot have a happy home where filth abounds. How can a man expect clean sheets and blankets, when he goes home from his foundry or smithy, and tumbles into bed as black as a sweep? How can he or his family be healthy, if they never wash more than their hands and faces, and these only on a Sunday? Workingmen, is it not true that many of your class can be seen going to work at six in the morning with all the previous day's dirt about them? They forget that those wonderful bodies of theirs have millions of little holes which become clogged in the course of their daily work, and require a daily washing. To keep your home happy, do all you can to keep the doctor, the medicine bottle, the sick-club visitor, and the undertaker out of it. Keep your head cool, your feet warm, your body clean, and let your heart perform its hundred thousand pumpings a day without a stimulant, and, by the blessing of God, yours will be a healthy, and, to that extent, a happy home.