The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-12-17

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marry Sophia to these Moravian el.
ders. Sophia didn't like il, and il
wasn't likely that she should. So
there grew up . coolness between
them, and as coolness began the curls
grew longer, and as it went on she
began to dance, and, last Of all, she
took another man and married him.
Wesley didn't like that, and when
she presented herself for communion,
refused her. At last, having made
America very hot, Wesley went back
to England to cool. Sometimes
would still think he had the gift for
marriage, and sometimes that he had
not; but At last in an evil hour he
married widow lady. After mar
riags every thing went we'll for .
while, as it always does, the barome-
ter always stands ''set fair" But il
began to fail, and by and by it got
stormy.
Sometimes she opened his letters,
and found letters from women on
their spiritual affairs-and you know
what curious letters women will write
about their spiritual affairs laugh
ter letters in which they would
quote from the Songs of Solomon
things which Mrs. Wesley could not
spiritually discern. And by-and-by
Wesley wrote her some letters, let
tiers which we're singularly injudi-
cious, because to tell woman all you
think about it you know is very in
judicious. Renewed laughter. So
it went on, but We will draw the
curtain there, because it is said that
the lady went from hard words to what
often follows them. Some years af-
terward she went off and never came
back, and Wesley wrote in his dairy
words concerning that event, which
have not been equaled since for con-
ciseness: 81 did not leave the wo-
man; l did not send her away;
shall not send for her back" That
ended the married life OF John Wcs-
ley. Pehaps the most melancholy
marriage in the world was Milton's,
aud the most unintelligible. The
most learned man in Europe, and the
nearest approach to Appolo, in bodi-
ly attainments, the world has ever
seen, at thirty seven years he goes
away, tells no one, and brings back
with him . girl-his wife.
Before . month he sat down to
write his memorable treatise on d.
vorce. In little time she cried for
her mother and he let her 90 home.
Then take DR.. Samuel Johnson. At
about twenty-seven he was ip Bur-
lington, seeking work, and was in
troduced to . lady named Porter.
She was fair, fat, and fortv-in fact
forty y-seven. She pitied him in his
poverty, and they married. Not
long after, johnson had to 60 to Lon
don, and the poor woman had to 60
back to her own place, and she died
before he was able to bring her to
his home. But she had loved him in
his poverty, and he never forgot her,
and we read that he poured out his
soul for her and prayed that her soul
might have repose. IL there we're
time we might look at Woodwooth's
simple, noble snd domestic life, but
let it pass, for time presses. There
was the marriage of John Flaxman,
to whom Sir Joshua Reynolds said
that he had ruined himself whom he
married. But he went to Rome, and
his genius was inspired to success
there, while his wife watched over
him, and held him rs it were. always
in her arms, SO that at last when she
was taken from him, this gentle, no.
BILE man did the best thing he could,
and died too.
Two more cases, and / will con-
clude. These are two personal pic
lures, and are SO contrasted that If
they are not taken out of the famous
history Of England you might think
they were taken from the imagination.
The irst is out of the life of that
great man, Sir Thomas Moore, Of
whom it is enough to say that he was
the friend of Erasmus. The lady he
married was . capital house keeper
and nothing more. When he had to
decide between serving God or Hen
ry VIII, he stood firm as his con-
science bade him, and was thrown
into the Tower. She visited him
there and tempted him, as did jobs
wife, to yield up his conscience and
be free. When he spoke of con-
science she had never heard of it.
didn't know Of any pickle by that
name. Laughter. And SO she left
him, and that is all VIC hear of her,
except that she went back to Chelsea.
Moore was executed, and she never
saw him again, though twice on the
way to the scaffold woman pressed
through the armed guards and kiss
ed him. That was his daughter,
Margaret Roper, who was q nurse,
child, companion, and friend to
him all her life. Now for the other
picture. Lord William Russell was
put upon his trial. His wife sat
there to take notes Of the proceed
ings. After his sentence she de-
meaned herself to ask mercy of
Charles IL. She could not get it;
even monarch cannot give what he
has not got, and she asked for mer-
cy.
She took the little children to take
last sad look 1t their father, and
when they had kissed him she went
away with them and came back
again. Bishop Burnet gives us an
account Of what happened. She
came back and stayed to have their
last food together, and she kept her
spirit SO within herself that she gave
him no disturbance at parting. AT
ter she had gone he broke out in
praise of her. The next day he died
like a gentleman. The day his head
rolled in the dust that woman's heart
broke; yet, frail as she was, she lived
for forty years to keep her promise
made to him at that parting, to live
for the sake of the children. Con-
trast the two. Time flies and the
cases are endless. / leave you to
Judge whether the principle | lay
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