"About My Father's Business": Work Amidst the Sick, the Sad, and the SorrowingArcher, Thomas
Religion
"About My Father's Business": Work Amidst the Sick, the Sad, and the Sorrowing
Archer, Thomas
Pastoral theology
In this big room, which is neither dining-room, nor
kitchen, nor refectory, but a homely combination of all
three, there is no ornament, no sign of luxury, or of unnecessary
expenditure-plain deal forms or stools at
plain deal tables, on which are arranged a regiment of
full-sized mugs of good sound tea, and plates, each containing
a substantial half-pound slice of bread from a
homely two-pound loaf, spread with butter or dripping.
For breakfast the same quantity is provided, with the
substitution of coffee for tea; and dinner consists of a
half-pound of roast or boiled meat, with plenty of vegetables,
and dumplings, pies, or puddings; while bread
and cheese, or bread and butter, is served for supper.
For it must be remembered that these are working lads,
and that they require to be substantially, and, from the
nature of their bodily affliction, even generously fed, so
that these supplies of pure plain diet are not by any
means excessive; and they are such as one very ordinary
kitchen can supply—a kitchen, by the bye, which will
probably be superseded by a more convenient one when
the new wing shall be finished. Yet there is something in
these unadorned, bare, almost too plainly appointed
places, which brings with it a reassuring conviction that
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the institution has never been pampered. The dining-room,
which has to do duty for a school-room also—the
play-room, which is a rather dim kind of retreat on this
November evening—and the plain, rather bare, but still
clean and airy dormitories (especially those in the big bay-windowed
front rooms of the old red brick house), are
evidences that the place does not belie its name; that
it is really a home, but essentially an industrial home,
where work goes on as part of each day's blessing, and
the title to play freely and with a light heart is thereby
ensured.
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WITH THEM WHO HAVE NOT WHERE TO LAY THEIR HEADS.
There
is a degree of poverty which, while it is
not absolute pauperism, often has deeper needs
than those which are alleviated by parochial
relief—a destitution which is none the less
bitter because those who suffer it cannot stoop to actual
mendicancy, and shrink from the degradation of the
casual ward and its contaminating influences.
Those of us who at this season of the year are surrounded
with comforts, and can meet together to enjoy them,
should feel that there is no sadder phase of the life of
this great city than that to which our attention is called
by the statistics of those same casual wards, and the accompanying
certainty that every night there are men,
women, and children, who, amidst surrounding luxury
and splendour, have not where to lay their heads, and for
whom the repellent door of the nearest union workhouse
is closed, even if they could summon such courage as
comes of desperation, and dared to enter.
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