Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1878-03-22
Only A TriAe.

! OLiJ d llluo! IlOW SilUts whipping
ly the words come over The tongue. Onl.
! trifle Done and said, acted and com
mented upon in moment. and yet wha
conclusions, infinite, may not ensue. Do no
trifles make up the sum of human lifei
What has pleased-what vexed us? Trif1es
What has made the heart feel sunny witt
rapture-what has wrapped it up in mist
OF tears? Trifes-trihes all. What will
send the wearied mind cheerfully to resti
Some trifle. What will break that rest
and convert the night into one long, rest
less fever? Only trif1e. 1t is to trifes
we must look for our everyday felicity.
! Caesar might smile upon death. but an ill
fitting easement to his chamber would vex
the god-like soul to maodened fretfulness.
Only a trifie has broken hearts, dismem.
bered kingdoms, given fair provinces to
; war and famine, and bowed down the head
! Of majesty. Trif1es have marred more than
! heaven ever made. Look at yOn wife
she loves her husband. He is the chosen
partner of her heart. She lives in her
children. and could grow eloquent upon
her duties, and her dear affection; but a
scowling demon grins and chuckles at
what should be the happy HEARTH TTiAes
are neglected; small evidences of gentle
thought are sought for in vain.--The cheer
full fire that should be in the husband 8
study IS mass of blackened cinders. The
! book he loves is mislaid-lost, or lent, or
anywhere. What trife. The story he
loves to tell is not listened to; the friend
he cherishes is flouted; the dish he prizes
is not prepared, and his finer feelings meet
a ready, vacant laugh. Trifes-trifes all;
and yet this is the woman who with him
won Id dare the direst woes; who would
walk barefooted over burning plowshares
to serve him greatly; who would live, beg,
die with him and for him; but how can
she be bothered by trifes? And so, with
bitterness at his heart and swelling rage
only at trifes-the husband sallies out to
the tavern or the club and. like Hamlet's
uncle, ''Takes his rouse" and then the
wife feels herself a neglected woman, and
scolds the children, which is but trife, as
she really loves them; and when the hus-
band returns at the small hours Of the
night, telling himself as he nears his home
that after all he has made too much of
trifes, he finds his door fast against him;
the key is thrown at him from the win
dow. Surely that was only trlfe, and
yet the husband sleeps at an inn that
night! Alas multitude of busy atoms
will make world as huge and majestic
as that whereon we tread. A wife and
mother dies of broken heart, and poor,
shutting old man tells friend he is sure.
he doesn't know why he and his Emma
parted, but he thinks-God help him-he
thinks, after all, it was "only trifle."
Reverse the picture. Look at that young
girl, almost a child in years and beauty,
quite child in guileless innocence. She
has left the home of her happy youth to be
the bride of one who has won her young
heart. To him she trusts more than she
does to heaven, for he is her human hope.
Heaven is too high to be the subject for
doubts or fears. And how the young hus-
band loves his treasure! How he looks
into her eyes, and breathes soft rapture
into her ears How he, with hands trem-
bling with delight, parts the glossy hair
across that brow upon which each god has
seemed to set it's seal, and all for him. Obi
he loves her-truly, fondly loves her, but
the cloud is in the sky already. The hey
day Of rapture is over, and then ''How can
he be bothered by trifes?" But trifes
make up the sum Of her existence.
Mans love is of his life thing apart,
IT'S woman's whole existence.
And so the young wife, with thousand
pretty airs and articles, and little plots,
mere trifes, hovers round her destiny and
gets flouted at for her pains He loves
her-of course he loves her, but how can
he be continually paying attention to
trifles? So he tells his single friend Ned
somebody, or Dick SOMEBODY else: Here
was I walked up this morning by rosebud
being placed under my nose, and because
threw it in the CRATE, and merely said,
"Confound it," Clara has been on the
whimper all day, and then just because I
laughed at her verses OF my birthday, she
must needs be caught praying in her own
room, and take to fondling the canary
bird size had brought from home. Of course
1 promised to wiring it's neck. Now, all
the world knows our marriage was one of
love, but Clara is always on the cry about
some trifie or another. 1t was only the
other day when was as busy as busy
could be, open comes my study door and
in she walks with some abominable glass
of homemade horror on tray, with bis
cult and with more of smile upon her
face than have seen for some time, she
said: Harry have brought this for you
to taste. you-will-" ssConfound 1T,
Clara said 1, s'be off with the rubbish"
and only gave the plate slight touch and
over went the glass, and away she went,
looking like ghost, and afterwards you
would hardly believe that she tainted away,
and all about such trife, too, The YER
lest trifle.
There is grave, and upon the last home
of the broken hearted falls the first hand
full Of earth. One mourner totters from
the spot. The young bride has gone from
the world with broken heart, and too
late-he who indeed did love her finds he
is desolate, He has hartered his home,
his love, his peace, all that was bright and
gentle in the world and him, for a few
trifles. And she has gone to her God,
where in comparison with one pure, un-
soiled spirit, the great globe its self is only |
a trlfe.
LONG labor in the temperance reform
has convinced me that the most effectual
place to promote it is at home. There is |