St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1886-02-13
store half an hour" Sympathy of occrn,


ton! If 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
Ii Is very sad thing when the painter
mas wife who does not like pictures. It
Is very sad thing for pianist when she
| mas husband who does not like music, It ia
| very sad thing when a wife is not suited
unless her husband has what is called a
"genteel business.'' So far as understand
"genteel business" it is something tn
which man goes at ten O'Clock in the
morning and from which he comes home
at two Or three O'Clock in the afternoon,
and gets large amount of money for
doing nothing. That is, believe, a sseen-
teel business" and there has been MANY
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 banlsters, 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 himse1f
into habits that upset him, 90
lag 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.
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slowly and very heavily: and there are
accommodation trains, going on toward
destruction, and they stop very often, and
Let b man get out when he wants to. But
geflteel 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 lust
one shot into perdition, coming down the
embankment with shout and a wall and
a shriek-crash, crash There are two
classes of people sure of Observation-Disclosures.
those who have nothing to do; secondly,
those who have something to do but are
too lazy or too proud to do 1t.
| have one more word of advice ia
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 mere matter of calcu-
latlon; when the caress you give is merely
the result of deliberate study of the posi-
ton you occupy, happiness lies stark
dead on the hearth stone. When the hus-
bands position as head of the household
is maintained by loudness of voice, by
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republic of domestic bliss has become
a despotism that neither God nor
man will abide. Oh, ye who prom
sed to love each other at the altar,
aow dare you commit perjury? Let no
shadow of suspicion come on your af-
lection. 1t is easier to kill that flower
han it is to make it live again. The blast
rom hell that puts out that light, leaves
7ou in the blackness OF darkness forever.
Here are man and wife; they agree in
lothing else, but they agree that they will
ave home. They will have a splendid
louse, and they think that if they have
louse they will have a home. Architects
make the plan, and the mechanics execute
:; the house to cost 100000. It is done.
he carpets are spread; lights are hoisted;
urtalns are hung; cards Of invitation are
emit out The horses in gold-plated har-
ess prance at the gate; guests come in
nd take their places; the flute sounds; the
ancers go up and down; and with one
rand whirl the wealth and the fashion
nd the mirth Of the great town
heel amidst the pictured walls. Ha! this
happiness. Float it on the smoking
in <ba -
he dance; cast it on the snow of sculp-
ire; sound it up the brilliant stairway;
ash it in chandeliers. Happiness, in
eed! Let us build on the center of the
arIor floor throne to happiness; let all
lie guests, when they come in, bring their
overs and pearls and diamonds and throw
em on this pyramid, and let it be
rome, and then let happiness, the queen,
cunt the throne, and we will stand
ound, and, all chalices lifted, we will say,
Drink, queeni live forevern' But the
tests depart, the flutes are breathless, the
st clash of the impatient hoofs is heard in
g distance and the twain of the house.
Id come back to see the queen of hap
ness on the throne amidst the parlor
or. But, alas! as they come back the
"efs nave Iaued, bne sweet doors have
come the smell of charnel- house. and
stead of the queen of happiness there
s there the gaunt form of anguish, with
ten lip and sunken eye, and ashes in her
ir. The romp of the dancers who have
t seems rumbling yet, like Earring thun-
rs that quake the floor and rattle the
asses of the feast, rim to RIM The
lied wine on the floor turns into blood.
e wreathes of plush have become wrig-
ng reptiles. Terrors catch tangled in
, canopy that overhangs the couch.
strong gust of wind comes through
, hall and the drawing room and