Method and Love of Home
He regarded his home as far more sacred than the house of strangers. The “Sacred delight of his home” was his constant joy. He would ever say that “life was made up of little things, and that he who despised them proved a need be in the foundation.” He carried this rule into everything. Neither in his study nor in his dressing-room was there ever the smallest disorder. He had so regulated all, that he could lay his hand, even in the dark, on any book or paper he might need, and nothing could ever delay him one minute from keeping an appointment. He considered the time of others as sacred as his own. With all this order there was none of that over strictness which sometimes makes it an annoyance to others. It seemed the natural consequences of the regulation mind to which all his actions witnessed.