Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1886-05-31


) women wearing themselves out amid t
HARDsHIPS OF THE SEWING MACHINE.
A Christian man went into house of
good deal Of destitution in New York al
he saw a poor woman there with q sil
child, and she was telling the woman he
good Christian she ought to be and ho
she ought to put her trust in God. "Oh
she said, Il have no God; / work frol
Monday morning until Saturday night ar
get no rest, and l never hear anythir
that does my soul good; aud when Sunds
comes / haven't any bonnet that l ca
wear to church, and l have sometime
got down to pray aud then l got up, ssyin
to my husband: Ny dear, there's no US
OF my praying; l AN go distressed | can
pray; i. don't DO any good. OH sir, it
very hard to work on as we people do frol
year to year, and to see nothing brigt
ahead, and to see the poor little child se
ting thinner and thinner, and my man a
most broken down, and to be getting u
nearer to God, but to be getting furthe
away from him. On, if l were only read
to die" May God comfort all who toi
With the needle and the sewing machine
and have compassion on those borne dow
under the fstigues of life.
Another great trial is
PRIyATIoN OF TASTE AND SENTIMENT.
There are mechanics who have their beau
tiful homes who have their fine ward
robes, who have all the best fruits and
meats of the earth brought to theil
table. They have fheir elegant libra
ries. But they are the except IN
A great many of the working people Of oul
country are living in cramped abodes
struggling amid great hsrdships, living in
neighborhoods where they do not want to
live, but where they have to live l do not
know Of anything much more painful than
10 have fine taste for painting and sculp,
ture and music aud glorious sunsets and
the expanse OF the blue sky, and yet not to
be able to get the dollar for the orstorio,
or to get picture, or to buy ores way in
to the country to look at the setting sun
and at the bright Heavens. While there
are men in great afiuences, who have
around them all kinds OF luxuries in art,
themselves eatirely unable to appreciate
these luxuries buying their books by the
quare foot, their pictures sent to them by
some artist who is glad get the miserable
daub olt Of the studio-there are multi
tudes of refined, delicate women who are
born artists and shall reign in the
kingdom OF Heaven as artists, who are de.
MED every picture and every sweet cong
and every musical instrument. Oh! let
NE cheer such persons by telling them to
ook up snd behold the inheritance that
God has reserved tor them. The king of
Babylon had hanging garden that was
amous in all the ages. but you have a
hanging garden better than that. All the
heavens are yours. They belong to your
Father, and what belongs TO your Father
belongs to you.
Then there are great many who suffer
lot only in the privation OF their tast ,, but
o the apprehansions and the
OPPRESSIVE SURROUNDINGS
# life, that were we'll described By an Eng
ish writer. He said
TO be poor mans child and look
hrough the rails OF the playground, and
nvy richer boys for the sake of
heir many books, and yet to be doomed |
D ignorance. To be spprentlced to some
srsh stranger and feel forever banished |
,om q mothers tenderness and a sisters |
I'VE. To wolk when very weary and work
hen the heart is sick aud the head sore.
o see wife or darling child wasting
way aud not TO be able to get the best ad-
irs. 70 hope that the better food or
,od you cannot buy, that air you must
ever hope to breathe. To be obliged to
t her die. To come home from the daily
lsk some evening and see her sinking. To
1 up all night in hope to catch again
hose precious words you might have heard
ould YOU have afforded to stay at home all
ay, but never hear them. 70 have no
lourners at the funeral, and even to have to
srry on your own shoulder through the mer-
' streets the ligh dead collin To see hudiled
ITO promiscuous hole the dust which is
D dear to you, and not venture to mark
ne spot by planted Hover or lowliebt
,one. Some bitter winter or some costly
pripg to barter for food the clock, or the
nrious cupboard, or the Henry Com men,
aries on which You pride yourself as the
eirloCm Of frugal family, and never to
g able to redeem it TO feel that you are
citing old, nothing laid sside and pres
Mt earnings scarce sufficient To change
he uarlor floor for the top story, and the
Do story for single attic, and wonder
hat change will be next.
Bat have no time this morning longer
D dwell upon the hardships and trials OF
hose who toll with hand and foot for
aust go ou 10 Offer some
GRAND AND GLORIOUS ENCOURAGEMENT, J
ot such; and the first encouragement is,
hat one of the greatest safeguards against
vii is plenty to do. When men sin against
he law OF their country, where do the po-
ice detectives go to find them. Not amid the
ust of factories, not among those .
,bo have on their "overalls;" but among .
ho,e VINO stand vl,b their hands in their
,ockets around the doors OF saloons and
estsurants and taverns. Active employ
nent is one of the greatest sureties Tor
,ure aud upright life. There are but very .
az men with character stalwsrt enough to /
.ndure consecutive idleness, SEQ o pool
,f water in the country and | say: Thou ,
l,my fetid tbiDg-That does all this
nean2' "O," ssyg the poel Of wsteg!
didn't see yoa dance IN the shower
O. yes, says the water, Il came down
rom God shining like an an~-. u say to
hat water: Didn't you drop like beauti-
al gem into a cssket Of other gems as you
umbied over the rock2' 20, yes says
he water, Il sang all the way down
rom the cliffs to the meadow.
say again: Didn't see you playing
With those shuttits and turning that grist
nill?' "Ol yes, says the wa'er; Il used to
earn my living" say again: Then
What makes you look so sick? Why are
you covered with this green scum? Why
i YOUR breath 60 y:ieY CO.. says the
wster. Il have nothing to do. an dis
yus,ed with shuttles and wheels. an go
ing to spend my whole lifetime here, and
While yonder stream sings on It's way down
the mountain side, here am left TO tester
and die accursed Of God because | have
nothing to do" Snis an old pirate that
bears down on vessels whose sails are flap.
ping idlyiu the wind The arrow Of sin