Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-12-08
BE KIND TO YOUR WIFE.

Be kind to your wife. Think how in the
first blush of maiden beauty she turned aside
from the haunts Of pleasure, and the caresses
of fond parents and brothers and sisters, to
follow your fortunes through the world.
Think with what blended hope and agony
you followed her from place to place, watch
ing her every look, and pondering the mean.
ing of Der most careless tones, until, won by
your importantly, she placed her hand all
trustfully in yours and said, 81 am all your
own" Think of the cares and anxieties, and
the physical suffering she has incurred for
you, and do not desert her now when her
cheek has faded, her step has lost its elasticity,
and she sits an accomplishing watcher over
your best interests selfincarcerated prison
er in her own home. r~@'-
Merrily the music sounds, young feet trip
lightly in the mazy dance, and joyous laugh
ter rings along the walls-but she is not
there; the curtain rises and the far-famed
artistic comes forth to charm the listening
crowd with her melodious song-but she is
not there. The orator rises before his wrapt
audience, his rich deep tones Of eloquence
floating away along the crowded passages,
and curling upward as voiced incense to the
Waited roof; but she is not there. Art opens
her new stores and displays her wonderful
creations on the glowing canvas, and in
the speaking bust your wife is a lover of the
chaste and beautiful, but she is not there
literature presents new leaves, fresh from the
fascinating pen of genius-the wJe and moth
er has but little time to read.
No; there she fingers at home, God
commissioned watcher over helpless child
hood singing the babe to sleep, bending to
catch the lisping voices of those dear ones
who have thousand imaginary wants, en-.
couraging the quiet and soothing the frettul.
She is weary, but does not complain, her
temples throb, but she heeds not their throb-
hing, as ever and anon she turns wistful
glance towards the door, for she expects her
husband.
She expects you; and her whole world of
happiness will be there when you arrive.
Will you enter that room with cold indif-
ference? Will you utter a hasty word in her
presence? Will you sit down with that
frown upon your countenance, or complain of
the burdens which you are called to bear
Will you thoughtlessly remind her of her
faded beauty, manifest surprise at her ig-
norance of many things now passing in the
great world from which she has been exclu-
ded by her peculiar duties? Will you suffer
the recollection of any face more youthful,
or more beautiful, to haunt you in homes
hallowed precincts, or cross the white leaf Of
copjugal fidelity with a single unhallowed
thought? Oh remember your early love,
year early promises; think how faithfully she
has kept hers; love her as you ought and she
is still beautiful beautiful in her pure, moth
erly affections, her selfsacri6cing devotion to
you. Realize that she is all your own that
throughout the wide. world you are sure of
but one heart, whose every chord is linked in
visibly to a counterpart in yours realize that
upon her bosom alone you may weep out your
sorrows in the day of trial, without the fear of
being mocked.
Husband, love your wife Gather her to
your heart of hearts, as if in her were all
your hopes of happiness combined ; bless her
daily for her patience and truth stand up,
like man, between her and the rude cold
world, and teach your children to honor her,
that God may honor you. In all the rela-
tions of life there comes parting hour ; and
we beseech you 80 to live that, if it should be
your lot to kiss her clay-cold lips and lay her
away in the grave forever, you may lay your
hand honestly upon your widowed heart
and say never wronged you !-Ohve Branch.