The Russellville Democrat., 1888-08-30

efernaily thrown down into the darkest and deepest gulf of he'll, and be the un- dermost and most delected and the low est down yassals of perditionl And Mar | tin Luther so far forgot himself as to say in regard to his theological oppo- nents:
 ssPut them in whatever sauce you please, roasted. or fried, or baked, or stewed, or boiled, or mashed. they are l nothing but asses.v
 An, my friends, if John Milton or Mar l tin Luther could come down to such scur- rility. what may you not expect from less elevated oppouentsg Now, tho world sometimes takes after them; the news papers takes after them; public opinion takes after them; and the unfortunate man Is lied about until all the dictionary l of Billinsgate is exhausted on him. You l often see man whom you know to be good, and pure, and honest. set upon by l the world and mauled by whole commu- mites, while vicious men take on super. cilious air in conde mnation of him; as 1 though Lord Jeffreys should write an es-
 say on gentleness, or Henry VIII. talk about purity, or Herod take to blessing l little children.
 1 Now certain amount of persecution | rouses mans defiance. stsrs his LLiood 1 for magnificent battle ant makes him | fifty times more man than he would have been without the persecution. So it was with the great reformer when he said:
 q will not be put down; will be heardp
 And so it was with Willard, the preach 1 CT, in the time of Louis XI. When Louis I Il. sI.-A i.x l stopped preaching in that style he would throw him into the river he replied: 1 "Tell the King that will reach Heaven sooner by water than he will reach 1t by l fast horses."
 l A certain amount of persecution Is a | tonic and inspiration. but too much of 1t,
 and too long continued, becomes the rock
 Bozez, throwing dark shadow over a
 mans life. What is he to do then? Go l home, you say. Good advice, that. That is just the place for man to go when the world abuses him. Go home. Blessed be God for our quiet and sympathetic homes. l But there is many man who has the reputation of having home when he has none. Through unthtnkingness or pre- | cipitation, there are many matches made 1 that ought never to have been made. An | officiating priest can not alone unite 8 1 couple. The Lord Almighty must pro | claim banus. There is many home in | which there is no sympathy and no hap piness and no good cheer. The clamor of l the battle may not have been heard out side, but God knows, notwithstanding all
 the playing of the ''W edding March" and l all the odor of the orange blossoms and | tho benediction of the officiating pastor, l there has been no marriage.
 l Sometimes men have awakened to find l on one side of them the rock of persecu- 1 ton, and on the other side the rock of do- nestle infidelIty. What shall such an | one dop Do as Jonathan did--climb. Get up the heights of Gods cons olation, from which we may look down in triumph np- on the outside persecution and home trouble. While good and great John Wesley was being silenced by the magis-
 trates, and having his name written on | the board fences of London in doggerel, | at that very time his wife was making him as miserable as she could-acting as | though she were possessed with the devil,
 as I suppose she was; never doing him a
 kindness until the day she ran away, so
 that he wrote in his diary these words:
 ''I did not forsake her; have not dis l missed her; I will not recall her" | TlanUlnH one IDpD dpHu " tSlty uitit upon outside persecution. and the other I foot on home trouble, he climbed into the
 heights of Christian joy, and, after
 preaching forty thousand sermons and l travelling two hundred and seventy thou
 sand miles, reached the heights of Heav-
 en, though in this world he had it hard enough.
 A sharp rock on the one side, and sharp | rock on the other.
 l Again, that woman stands in the crisis l of the text, who has bereavement and a struggle for livelihood at the same time. l Without mentioning names, speak from observation. Ah, it issa hard thing for a woman to make an honest living, even when her heart is not troubled, and she
 has fair cheek and the magnetism of an l exquisite presence. But now the hus-
 band, or the father, is dead. The ex-
 penses of the obsequies have absorbed
 all that was left in the savings bank; and
 wan and wasted with weeping and watch
 ing, she goes forth--a grave, . hearse, a
 coffin, behind her--to contend for her ex .
 istence and the existence of her children. When l see such battle as that open I l shut my eyes at the ghastliness of the | spectacle. Men sit with embroidered | slippers and write heartless essays about
 won ems wages; but that question Is
 made mp of tears and blood, and
 there is more blood than tears. | Oh, give women free access to all the
 realms where she can get hveli-
 hood from the telegraph office to the
 pulpit! Let mems wages be cut down
 before hers are cut down. Men have
 iron in their souls and can stand it. Make
 the way free to her of the broken heart. l C.I v1,,t Int, hap "a f..
 ter cup of privation, and give me nothing
 but windowless hut for shelter for many
 years, rather than that after am dead
 there should go out from my home into | the pitiless world woman's arm to fight
 the Gettysburg, the Austerlitz. the Water- | loo of life, for bread
 And yet how many women thsre are
 seated between the rock of bereavement
 on the oneside and the rock of Restitution
 on the other, Bozez and Senah interlock-
 ing their shadow and dropping them
 upon her miserable way.
 There is a sharp rock on the one side, and Q
 sharp rock on the other side.
 What are such to do? Somehow, let | them climb up into the heights of the | glorious promise:
 Leave thy fatherless children; I will pre-
 serve them alive, and let thy widows trust In | me.
 Or get up into the heights of that other ! glorious promise
 The Lord preserveth the stranger and re- 1 lieveth the widow and the fatherless. O, ye sewing women on starving wages.
 O, ye widows turned out from the once
 beautiful home. Q, ye female teachers,
 kept on niggardly stipend. o, ye despair
 ing women, seeking In vain for work,
 wandering along the docks and thinking
 to throw yourself into the river last night. | o, ye women of weak nerves and aching
 sides, and short breath and broken heart
 you need something more than human
 sympathy; you need the sympathy of
 God. Climb up into His arms. He knows
 it all, and He loves you more than father,
 or mother, or husband ever could or ever
 did; and instead of sitting down, wiring
 ing your hands in despair, you had better
 begin to climb. There are heights of con- | collation. Fnr vnu fhouOb naw 4sfhara ia a