The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-16

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business men of one OF our Western cities
three-fourths of them are Christians. The
fact is, that about all the brain and the
business genius is on the side of religion.
lntdelity is incipient insanity. All lntidelS
are cranks. Many of them talk brightly,
but you soon find that in their mental ma
chinery there is a screw loose When they
are not lecturing against Christianity they
are sitting in barooms squirting tobacco
juice, and when they get mad swear till
the place is sulphurous. They only talk TO
keep their courage up, and at best will feel
like the infidel who begged to be buried
with his Christian wife and daughter, and
when asked why he wanted such burial re-
piled: "lf there be resurrection of the
good, as some folks say there will be, my
Christian wife and daughter will somehow
get me up and take me along with them"
Man may pretend to despise religion, but
they are rank hypocrites. The sea captain
was right when he came up to the village
on the sea coast, and insisted on paying ten
dollars to the church although he did not
attend himself. When asked his reason he
said that he had been in the habit of carry
ing cargoes of oysters and CLANS from that
place, and he found since that church was
built the people We're more honest than they
used to be, for before the church was built
he often found the load when he came to
count it a thousand CLANS short. Yes
Goodness is profitable for both worlds
Most of the great honest permanent worldly
successes are by those who reverence God
and the Bible But what do say is that if
man have nothing but social position and
financial resources, woman who puts her
happiness by marriage in his hand re-enacts
the folly of Abigail when she accepted disa-
greeable Nabal, "whose possessions were in
Carmel; and the man was very great, and
he had three thousand sheep and a thousand
goats"
If there be good moral character accom-
panied by affluent circumstances | congrat-
ulate you. If not, let the morning lark fly
clear of the Rocky mountain eagle. The
sacrifice of woman on the alter of social
and financial expectation is cruel and stupen-
dous. | sketch you scene you have more
than once witnessed. A comfortable home
with nothing more than ordinary surround
iugs, but an attractive daughter carefully
and Chrlstianly reared. From the outside
world comes in a man with nothing but
money, unless you count profanity and sell
fiShnesS and fondnesS for champagne and
general recklessnesS as part of his posses
sion. He has his coat collar turned up when
there is no chill in the air, but because it
gives him an air of abandon, and eyeglass,
not because he is near-sighted, but because
it gives classical appearance, and with an
attire somewhat loud cane thick enough
to be the club of Hercules, and clutched at
the middle, his conversation interlarded
with French phrases inaccurately pro-
nounced, and a sweep of manner, indicating
that he was not born like most folks, but
terrestrially landed. By arts learned of the
devil he insinuates himself into the atfec-
tions of the daughter of that Christian
home. All the kindred congratulate her on
the lmostsupernatural prospects Reports
come in that the young man is fast i'll his
habits, that he has broken several young
hearts, and that he is mean and selfish and
cruel. But all this is covered up with the
fact that he has several houses in his own
name, and has large deposits at the bank,
and, more than all, has a father worth many
hundred thousand dollars and very feeble
in health and may any day drop off, and
this is the only son, and round dollar held
close to ones eye is large enough to shut out
a great desert, and how much more will sew
eral bushels of dollars shut out.
The marriage day comes and goes The
wedding ring was costly enough, and the
orange blossoms fragrant enough, and the
benedictiOn solemn enough, and the wed
ding march stirring enough. And the au-
dience shed tears of sympathetic gladness,
supposing that the craft containing the two
has oOAlCl pAl pil a IJluClA ldhbY olNhSuS5i
God knows that they arc launched on a
Dead Sea. Its waters brackish with tears
and CHASTITY with CHASTITY faces of despair
floating to the surface, and then going
down. There they are, the newly-married
pair, in their new home. He turns out TO
be tyrant. Her will is nothing, his will
everything. Lavish of money for his own
pleasure, he begrudges her the pennies he
pinches out into her trembling palm. In
stead of the kind words she left behind in
her former home, now there are complaints
and fault-fndings and curses. He is the
master and she the Save. The worst villain
ON eearth is the man who, having
captured a woman from her fathers
house, and after the oath of the
marriage altar has been pronounced,
says, by his manner if not in words 81
have you now in my power. What can you
dos My arm is stronger than yours. My
voice is louder than yours. My fortune is
greater than yours. My name is mightier
than yours. Now crouch before me like q
dog Now crawl away from me like a rep
tile. You are nothing but woman any
how. Down, you miserable wretch" Can
halls of mosaic, can long lines of Etruscan
bronze, or statuary by Palmer and Powers
and Crawford and Chantry and Canova,
can galleries rich from the pencil Of Bier
stadt and Church and Kenset and Cole and
Cropsey, could flutes played on by an Ole
Bull or pianos fingered by Gottschalk, or
solos warbed by Sonntag, could ward
robes like that of Marie Antoinette, could
Jewels like those of n Eugenie make wife
in such a companionship happy9
Imprisoned in castlel Her gold brace
let's are the chains of lifelong servitude.
There is q sword over her every feast, not
like that Of Damocles staying suspended,
but dropping through her lacerated heart.
Her wardrobe is full of shrouds for deaths
which she dies daily, and she is buried alive
though buried under gorgeous upholstery.
There is one word that sounds under the
arches and rolls along the corridor and
weeps in the falling fountains and echoes in
the shutting of every door and groans in
every note Of stringed and wind instru-
ment: "Woe! Woew The oxen and sheep in
olden times brought to the temple of Jupiter
to be sacrificed used TO be covered with rib
hons and flowers, ribbons on the horns and
flowers on the neck. But the floral and rib.
boned decoration did not make the stab Of
the butchers knife less deathful, and all the
chandeliers you hang over such woman
and all the robes with which you enwraD
her and all the ribbons with which you
edorn her and all the bewitching charms
with which you embank her footsteps are
the ribbons and flowers of horrible butch
cry.
As il to show how wretched a good
woman may be in splendid surround
ings we have two recent illustrations,
two ducal palaces in Great Britain. They
are the focus of the best things that are
possible in art, in literature, in ar hitecture,
the accumulation of other estates until their