The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1885-12-25

for rum, and the pawnhroksr's shop gees
the last decent dress. Some day, desiring 70
evoke the story Of her sogrows, you say:
"Well, how are you getting along nows"
And, rallying her trembling voice and
quisting her quivsring lip, she says:
"Pretty well, thank you, pretty we'll"
She never win tell you. In the dslirium Of
her last sickness she may tell an the -.
crsts Of her lifetime, but she win mot do
that. Not until the books of eternity ere
opened ON the throne Of judgment win
ever be known what she has suffered.
Oh ye who are twisting . garland for the
victor, put II ON that pale browi When she
Il dead the nsighbors win beg linen TO
make her shroud, and she win be carried
out in plain box, with no silver plate 70
tell her years, for she has lived thousand
years Of trials and anguish. The gam.
blers, the swindlers who destroyed her
husband, will not come to the funeral.
One carriage win Be enough for that
funeral, one carriage to carry the or.
phaDs and the two Christian women who
presided over the obsequies; but there Is q
fash, and the opening Of q celestial door,
and q shout: lift up your heads, 70 ever
lasting gates, and let her come I'M"
and Christ will step forth and say, "Coms
in; ye suffered with me ON earth, be glori.
ied with me in Heaven" What Is the
highest throne in Heaven! The throne Of
the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb. No
doubt about IL. What IL the next highest
throne in Heavenf While speak it seems
to me that it will be throne Of the drunk.
ards wife, il she with cheerful patience
endure all her earthly torture. Heroes and
heroines!
find also in this roll the heroes Of Chris
tian charity. We all admire the George
Peabodys and the James Lenoxes Of the
earth, who gave tens and hundreds and
thousands Of dollars to good objects. But
I am speaking this morning Of those who
out Of their pinched poverty help others
Of such men as those Christian missionar-
les at the West, who are living on $50 .
year that they may proclaim Christ to the
people. One of them writing to the Secre-
tary, in New York, says: ~ thank you
for that ~. Until yesterday we have had
NO meat in our house for three months.
We have suffered terribly. Ny childfea
have no shoes this winter" I am speak
ing Of those people who have only . half .
loaf Of bread, but give q piece Of il TO
others who are hungry; and Of those who
have only scuttle of coal, but help others
to fuel; and Of those who have only dol
lar in their pocket and give twenty five
cents to somebody else; and Of that
father who wears shabby
coat, and OF that mother who wears fad.
ed dress. that their children may be we'll
appareled. You call them paupers, or
rsgamu6ins, or immigrants. I call them
heroes and heroines. You and I may not
know where they live or what their name
IL; God knows, and they have more angels
lowering over them than you and have,
and they win have . higher seat in
Heaven.
They have had only . cup Of cold water
to give poor traveller, or may have only
picked splinter from under the nail Of .
child's finger, or put ouly two mites into
the treasury, but the Lord knows them.
Considering what they had, they did
moro than we have ever done, and their
faded dress will become white robe, and
the small room will be an eternal mansion,
and the old hat will be . coronet Of vic.
tory, and all the applause Of Earth, and
all the shouting Of Heaven, win b
drowned out when God rises mp 70 give his
reward to those humble workers In his
and to say to them: "Well done,
good and faithful servantsw You have
al seen Or heard Of the ruin Of Nelross
Abbey. I suppoos In some respects the
most exquisite ruin on Earth, and yet,
looking on Il I was not 20 impressed-you
may set it down to bad taste, bot I was
not so deeply stirred-as I was at
tho tombstone at the foot
Of that abbey, the tomb.
stone placed by Walter Scott over the
grave Of an old man who had served for
. good many years in his house-the in.
scription most significant, and I defy any
man to stand there and read Il without
tears coming into his eyes; the epitaph:
"Well done, good and faithful servant"
O, when our work Is over, will IL be found
that because Of anything we have done
for God, or the Church, or suffering hu.
manity, that such an inscription II appro.
pirate for us? God grant it!
Who are those who. were bravest and de-
served the greatest monument-Lord
Claverhouse and his burly soldiers, or
John Brown, the Edinburgh carrier, and
his wife: Mr.. Atkins, the prosecuted min.
lister of Jesus Christ In Scotland, was
secreted by John Brown and his wife, and
Claverhouse rode up one day with his armed
men, and shouted in front Of the house.
John Browns little girl came out. He said
to her: swell, Miss, Is Mr.. Atkins here!"
She made no answer, for she could not Be.
tray the minister Of the gospel "Hsp'
Clavsrhouse said, ''then you are chip Of
the old block, are you! I have something
In my pocket for you. It II . nosegay.
Some people call It thumbscrew, but
call IL . nosegay." And he got OF his
horse and he put it on the little girls hand,
and began to turn It until the bones
cracked, and she cried. He said: "Don't
cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! This il not q
thumbscrew, this is . nosegay. And they
heard the child's cry, and the father
and mother came out, and Claver.
house said: "Ha! It seems that you three
have laid your holy heads together deter.
mined to die, like all the rest Of your hypo.
critical, canting, snivelling crew. Rather
than give up good Mr.. Atkins, pious Mr..
Atkins, You would die. have telescope
with me that will improve your vision -
and he pulled out . pistol. "Now," he
said, !" you old pragmatical, lest you should
catch cold in this cold morning of Scott
land, and for the honor and safety Of the
King, to say nothing Of the glory Of God
and the good Of our souls, I will proceed
simply, and in the neatest and most expe-
ditious manner, to blow your brains out. /"
John Brown fell upon his knees and began
n NAV 0Ah s~id Cl~vnrhoueo sglonk