The Forrest City times., 1888-08-04
TALMAGE IN THE OCCIDENT.
A ohautauqua Assembly the Recipient of
 His Discourse.

| The soul-stirring Divine Illustrates With | Mighty Earnestness and Untiring Zeal the Elaborate and Significant D. snition of the ! Devout Portrayal of the Martyrs of Every
 Day Lifs.
 LAKESIDE. Ono, July % For many years an Assembly of the Chsutauqus type has been held at this point The leading profess sors, scholars and clergymen of this and other lands have addressed the audiences. The Rev. T. Dewitt Tamsge, D. D., of Brooklyn, Is now here. He lectured yesterday (Satur- day) and preached to day, 10 throngs innu- merable. The subject of his sermon today wasi ''The Martyrs of Every-Day Life" He took for his text, Thou, therefore, endure hardness"-U Timothy, IL, 3. Dr. Tslmage saidi
 Historians are not slow to acknowiedge the merits of great military chleftains. We have the full.length portraits of the Cromwells the washingtons, the Napoleons and the MeInng tons of the world. History is not written fin black ink, but with red ink of human blood. The gods of human ambition do not drink from bowls made out of silver, or gold, or precious stones but out of the bleached skulls of the fallen. But am now to unroll before you a scroll of heroes that the world has never acknowledged; those who faced DO guns. blew no bugle- blast, conquered no cities, chained no capiives to their chariot-wheels, and yet in the great day of eternity, will stand higher than those whose names suatled the nations and seraph, and rapt spirit, and arch angel will tell their deeds to listening uni verse. l mean the heroes of common, every. day life.
 m borpors sss of tse p ,ss sse ss p'WSi When Satan failed to overcome Job, hs said to God "Put forth thy hand and touch his bones and hls flesh, and he will curse thee to thy facc.h Satan had found out what we have all found out, that sickness is the greatest test of one's character A man who can stand that can stand any thing. To be shut In rqom ss fast as though 1t were bastile 10 bs 30 uettous au cannot endure the tap of q ehild's foot To have luxurlant fruit which tempts the appetite of the robust and bealtbs, excite our loathing ard disgust when 1t first sppears on the plat. ter. To have the rapier of pain strike through the side or across the temples, like razor. or to put the foot into a vice, or throw the whole body into blaze of fever. Yet there have been men and women, but more women than men. who have eheerfnlly endured this hatdnsss. Through years cf exhaustlng rheumatisrns and excruciating neuralgias they have gone, and through bodily distresses
 
 and paled the cheeks and stopped the shoul- ders. Ry the dim igtt of the sick room taper they saw on their wall the picture of that land where the inhabitants are never sick. Through the dead silence of the night they heard the chorus of the angels. The cancer ate away her life from week to week and day to day, and she became weaker and weaker, and every good night" was fcebler than the good nighf' before-yet never ssd. The children looked up Into her face and saw tran cfo e1 inf boa mi Those who suffered on the battlefield amid shot and shell, were not so much heroes and heroines as those who in the field hospital and in the asylum had levers which no fee could cool and no surgery cure. No shout or a comrade to cheer them, but numbDess, and aching, and homesickness-yet willing to suf- fer, confident in God hopeful of heaven. Heroes of rheumatism. Heroes of neu- ralgia- Heroes of spinal complaint He roes of sick headache. Heroes of lifelong lnyalidlsm. Heroes and heroines. They shall reign for ever and ever.
 1 Hark catch just one note of the eternal 1 anthem: 'Ihere shall be no more pain.p l Bless God for that.
 In this roll I also find the heroes of toll, who do their work uncomplainingy. It Is com | paratvely easy to lead regiment into battle l when you know that the whole nation will l applaud the victory; 1t is comparatively easy | to doctor the sick when you know that your skill will be appreciated by large company ] of friends and relatives; 1t is comparatively | easy to address an audience when in the l gleaming eyes and the flushed cheeks you know that your sentiments are adopted; but | to do sewing where you expect that the em- blower will come and thrust his thumb l through the work to show how imperfect 1t | is or to have the whole garment thrown back on you to be done over again; to build | a wall and know there will be no one to sayr | you did 1t well, but only swearing emploYe l bowling across the scaffold; to work until | your eyes are dim and your back aches, and | your heart fsints, and to know that fl you stop before night your children will starve. | Ahl the sword has not slain so many as the needle The great battle fields of our last | war were not Gettysburg and Shiloh and South Mountain. The great battle-felds of | the last war where fin the arsenais, and in the army jackets for a sixpenee. They tolled on until they died. They had no funeral eulogium, but, in the name Of my God this day, | l enroll their names among those Of whom the world was not worthy. Heroes of the needle. Heroes of the sewing machine He roes of the attic. Heroes of the cellar. Heroes and heroines. Bless God for them.
 In this roll also find the heroes who have uneomplainingly endured domestic injus- tlces. There are men who for their toll and anxiety have no sympathy in their homes. Exhausting application to business gets them a livelihood, but an upfrugal wife scatters 1t He is fretted at from the moment he en- ters the door until he comes out Of i. The
 
 the exasperations of domestic life. Such men are laughed at but they have heart break | ing trouble, and they would have long ago gone into appalling dssipations but for the grace of God. Society to-day is strewn with the wreeks of men, who, under the north 1 east storm of domestic infeicty have been driven on the rocks. There are tens of thousands of drunkards in this country to- day made such by their wives That Is not poetry. That is prose. But the wrong is l tn ha would not have to go far to find a wife whose 1 life is & perpetual martyrdom. Something | heavier than A stroke of the fist; unkfnd words, staggering home at midnight, and con stant msltreatment which have left her only a wreck of what she was on that day when ! in the midst of A brilliant assemblage the VOWS were taken, and full organ played the wedding march, and the carriage rolled away with the benedlction Of the people. What was the burning Of Latimer and Ridley at the stake compared with thisl Those men soon became unconscious in the fire, but here Is Q fifty years msrtyrdom, fifty years putting to death, yet accomplishing. No bitter words when the rollicking companions at two o'clock in the morning pitch the husband dead drunk into the front entry. No bitter words when wiping from the swollen brow the blood struck out in midnight earousaL Bending over the battered and bruls- ed form of him, who when he took her from her fathers home, promised love, and kindness, and protection, yet nothing but sympathy, and prayers, and forgiveness before they are asked for. No bitter words when the family Bible goes for rum. and the pawnbroker's shop gets the last decent dress Some day. desiring to evoke the story of her sorrows you sag: Well, how are you get ting along nowF' and rallying her trembling voice, and quleting her quivering lip, she says; Pretty well, thank you. pretty we'll {" She never will tell you. In the delirium of her last sickness she may tell all the secrets of her lifetime, but she will not tell that.
 Not until the books of eternity are opened 1 on the thrones of judgment will ever be known what she has suffered. Oh ye who are twisting a garland for the victor, put 1t ou that pale brow. When she is dead the neighbors will beg linen 10 make her a shroud,
 and she will be carried out in a plain box
 with no silver plate to tell her years, for she
 has lived q thousand years of trial and an-
 guish. The gamblers and swlndlers who de-
 stroyed her husband will not come to the fu-
 neral. One carriage will be enough for that
 funeral-one carriage to carry the orphans
 and the two Christian women who presided
 over the obsequles But there is a flash, and
 the opening of celestial door. and A shout;
 Lift up your head, ye everlasting gate. and