The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-02-10

are thousand martyrs Of the kitoh-
ell. 1t is very annoying, after the vexa-
tions of the day around the stove or the
table, or in the nursery or parlor, to have
your husband say, "You know nothing
about trouble; you ought to Ss in Che
store half an hour" Sympathy of occupa-
tion! II the husbands work cover him
with the SCOT of the furnace, or the odors
Of leather or soap factories, let not the
wife be easily disguised at the begrimed
hands or unsavory aroma. Your gains
are one, your interests are one, your losses
are one; lay hold of the work Of life with
both hands. Four hands to fight the bat
ties; four eyes to watch for the danger;
four shoulders on which to carry the trials.
1t Is very sad thing when the painter
has wife who does not like pictures. 1t
is very sad thing for pianist when she
has husband who does not like music. 1t is
very sad thing when wife is not suited
unless her husband has what is called
"genteel business" SO far as / understand
a "genteel business" it is something to
which man goes at ten O'Clock in the
morning and from which he comes home
ut two or three O'Clock in the afternoon,
and gets large amount of money for
doing nothing. That is, believe, "gen-
teel business;" and there has been many
a wife who has made the mistake of not
being satisfied until the husband has given
up the tanning of the hides, or the turning
of the banisters, or the building of the
walls, and put himself in circles where he
has nothing to do but smoke cigars
and drink wine, and get himself
into habits that upset him, go
ing down in the maelstrom, taking
his wife and children with him. There
are good many trains running from earth
to destruction. They start all the hours OF
the day and all the hours of the night.
There are the freight trains; they go very
slowly and very heavily; and there are
accommodation trains, going on toward
destruction, and they stop very often, and
let a man get out when he wants to. But
genteel idleness is an express train; Satan
is the Stoker and Death is the engineer;
and though one may come out in front Of
it and flying the red flag Of "danger" or
the lantern of Gods word, It makes just
one shot into perdition, coming down the
embankment with a shout and a wall and
shriek-crash, crash There are two
classes of people sure Of destruction-ilrst,
those who have nothing to do; secondly,
those who have something to do, but are
too lazy or too proud to do it.
l have one more word of advice to
give to those who would have a happy
home, and that is, let love preside in
it. When your behavior in the domestic
circle becomes q mere matter of calcu-
laton when the caress you give is mefely
the result Of deliberate study Of the posi-
tion you occupy, happiness lies stark
dead on the hearth stone. When the has
bands position as head of the household
is maintained by loudness of voice, by
strength of arm, by fire Of temper, the
republic of domestic bliss has become a
despotsm that neither God nor
man will abide. Oh, ye who prom.
ised to love each other at the altar,
how dare you commit perjury Let no
shadow of suspicion come on your af-
fection. II Is easier to kill that 9ower
than it is to make it live again. The blast
from hell that puts out that light, leaves
you in the blackness Of darkness forever.
Here are a man and wife; they agree in
nothing else, but they agree that they will
have home. They will have a splendid
house, and they think that II they have a
4 house they will have a home. Architects
make the plan, and the mechanics execute
it; the house to cost 100000. 1t Is done.
The carpets are spread; lights are hosted ;
curtains are hung; cards of invitation are
sent out. The horses in gold-plated har-
ness prance at the gate; guests come In
and take their places; the flute sounds; the
dancers go up and down; and with one
grand whlrl the wealth and the fashion
and the mirth of the great town
wheel amidst the pictured walls. Ha! this
is happiness. Float 1t on the smoking
viands; sound 1t In the music; whirl IL in
the dance; cast 1t on the snow Of sculp.
ture; sound it up the brilliant stairway;
fash II in chandeliersl Happiness, in.
deed Let us build on the center Of the
parlor floor throne to happiness; let all
the guests, when they come in, bring theft
flowers and pearls and diamonds and throw
them on this pyramid, and Jet It be a
throne, and then let happiness, the queen,
mount the throne, and we will stand
around, and, all chalices lifted, we will say,
"Drink, o queenl live forever!" But the
guests depart, the flutes are breathless, the
last clash OF the impatient hoofs is heard in
the distance and the twain Of the house,
hold come back to see the queen Of hap
piness on the throne amidst the parlor
floor. But, alasl as they come back the
flowers have faded, the sweet odors have
become the smell OF charnel- house, and
instead Of the queen Of happiness there
sits there the gaunt form Of anguish, with
bitten lip and sunken eye, and ashes In her
hair. The romp Of the dancers who have
left seems rumbling yet, like jarring thun.
ders that quake the floor and rattle the
glasses Of the feast, rim to rim. The
spilled wine on the floor turns into blood.
The wreathes Of plush have become wrig-
Cling reptiles. Terrors catch tangled in
the canopy that overhangs the couch.
A strong gust of wind comes through
the hall and the drawing-room and
the bed chamber, in which all the
lights go out. And from the lips
of the wine-beakers come the words:
"Happiness is not in usp And the arches
respond, at is not in usp And the ST.
fenced instruments of music, thrummed on
by invisible fingers, answer, "Happiness
is not in us" And the frozen lips of an
guish break open, and seated on the throne
OF wilted flowers, she strikes her bony
hands together and groans, "It Is not in
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