The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-01-27

rsgasa fas the Christian religion or shs u . /.
bad woman and unworthy Of being your
companion In . life charged with such
stupendous solsmnity and vicissitudes.
What you want, o man In wife, Is not
8 butterfly Of the sunshine, not q giggling
nonentity, not . painted doll, not . gossip.
Ing gsd-about, not mixture Of ARTIFICIAL.
tits which leave you In doubt as to whore
the humbug ends and the woman begins.
but an earnest soul, one that can not o.,ty
laugh when You laugh, but weep when you
wesp. There will bs wide, deep graves in :
your path Of life, and you will both want
steadying when yon come to the verge Of
them, oil you! When your fortune fails
you will want come one to talk Of the treas.
urss in heaven and not charge upon you
with bitter ~ told y on So" As far as I
can analySe It sincerity and earnestness are
the foundation OF all worthy wifehood. Get
that and you get Ill. Fail to get that and
you get nothing but what you will wish You
never had got. t, 4
Don't make the mistake that man Of the
text made In letting his eye settle the ques.
ton In which coolest Judgment directed BY
divine wisdom are all important. He who
has no reason for his wifely choice except
pretty face Is like man-who should buy
. farm because of the dahlias In the front
door-yard. Beauty Is a talent, and when
God gives It he intends it as benediction
upon woman's face. When the good Prin.
cess Of n Wales u dismounted from
the rail train IL last summer, and
I saw her radiant face, could
fore, that when at the great military hos.
.pital where are now the wounded and the
sick from the Egyptian and other wars the
Princess passed through, all the sick were
cheered at her coming, and those who
could be reused neither. by doctor nor
nurse from their stupor, would get up On
their elbows to look at her, and wan and
wasted lips prayed an audible prayer:
"God bless the Princess of Walesi Doesn't
she look beautifulW ro.se.{ iD''s
But how uncertain, 10 the tarrying Of
beauty in q human countenance. ExplO.
sion of kerosene lamp turns II into scar.
iAcation, and scoundrel with the dash Of
vitriol may dispsl It, or time will drive his
chariot wheels across that bright face, cut.
ting it up in deep ruts and gullies. But
there ID an eternal beauty on the face Of
some women whom rough and ungaliant
world may criticise a. homely, and though
their features may contradict al the laws
OF Lavater on physiognomy, yet they have
graces of soul that will keep them attract.
i've for time and glorious through all etern.
ity. f,.,,t l.,t
There are two pr three circumstances in
which the plainest wife is - queen Of beauty
to her husband, whatever her stature or
profile. BY financial panic or be.
trayel of business partner, the man
goes down, and returning to his
home that evening he says: ~
am ruined; am in disgrace forever; I
care not whether live or die" It 10 an
agitated story he 10 telling in the house,
hold that winter night. He says: "The
furniture must 60, the house must 60, the
social position must CO." and from being
sought for obssquiously they must be odd.
shouldered everywhere. After he ceases
talking, and the wife has heard all IN 81.
lence, she says: "Is that ALI Why, you
had nothing when married you, and you
have only come back 10 where you started.
II you think that my happiness and that
Of the children depend on these trappings,
you do not know me, though we have lived
together thirty years. God 10 not dead
and the National Bank Of Heaven has NOT
suspended payment, and II you don't Aaind
don't care q cent. What little we need
Of food and raiment the rest Of our lives
We can get, and don't propose to sit down
and NOPE and groea. Mary, hand me that
darning- needle. Aad, John, light oae Of
the other gas. burners. And, Jimmy, open
the register for little more heat. Fanny,
fetch your fathers slippers. declare!
have forgot to set the rising for thoss
.cakesw And while she IL busy at it h
hears her humming Newton's old hyma.
ITO morrow" -lAsiqnl klNlf
II can bring with Il nothing,
But He will bear M through;
q Who gives the lilies cl0thing a9s u
viii clothe his people too;
p Beneath the spreading heavens
rod No creature but 10 fed; 80 NdY
and He who feeds the ravens ID,
win give his children brear
Though vine nor fig tree q ler
Their wonted fruit sho' bear,
.!s Though all the flelds o. ,uld wither
Nor hocks nor herds - there;
Yet God the same ling,
L HIS praise shall tune my voice;
For while In Him contdlag us-
lean not but rejoice.
The husband looks up In amusement and
Gays: "Well, we'll, you are. the greatest
woman ever saw. ! thought you would
faint dead away when told you" And
- he looks at her. AL the gloriss Of physi.
ognomy in the court of Louis XIV, or the
modern fashion plates are tame as com.
pared with the superhuman splendors Of
hat woman's face. Joan Of Arc, Marie
Antoinette and La Belle Hamilton, the en-,
chantment OF the court Of Charles H., are
nowhere. 'i''''''Il 97
There Is another time when the plainest
wife is q queen Of beauty to her husband
She has done the work of life. She hal
reared her children for God and Heaven
and though some Of them may be a little
wild they will yet come back, for God hal
promised. She is dying and her husband
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