Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1888-08-05

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men are laughed at, but they have a
heartbreaking trouble, and they would
have long ago gone into appalling disSi-
patton but for the grace of God.
Society today is strewn with the
wrecks of men, who, under the
northeast storm Of domestic infe-
licity, have been driven Ola the rocks.
There are tens Of thousands Of drunk
ards in this country today, made such by
their wives. That is not poetry. That
is prose. But the wrong is generally in
the opposite direction. You would not
have TO 90 far 10 find wife whose life il
perpetual martyrdom. Something
heavier than a stroke Of the fist; unkind
words, staggerings home at midnight. and
constant maltreatment which have left
her only a wreck of what she was ON that
day when in the midst Of a brilliant as
semblagc the VOWS were taken. and full
organ played the wedding march. and
the carriage rolled away with the bene-
diction Of the people. What was the
burning Of Latimer and Ridley at the
stake compared with this? Those men
soon became unconscious in the fire, but
here is fifty years martyrdom, a fifty
years putting to death, yet uncomplain-
ing. No bitter words when the rollick-
ing companions at o'clock in the morn
ing pitch the husband dead drunk into
the front entry. No bitter words when
wiping from the swollen brow the
blood struck out in a midnight carousal.
Bending over the battered and bruised
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 forgive
ness before they are asked for. No bit.
ter words when the family Bible goes for
rum, and the pawnbroker's shop gets the
last decent dress. Some day, desiring 10
evoke the story Of her sorrows, you say
"Well, how are YOU getting along now"
and rallying her trembling voice, and
quieting her quivering lip. she says:
Pretty well, | thank You, pretty
well" She never will tell you. In the
delirium Of her last sickness she may tell
all the secrets of her lifetime. but she viii
not tell that. Not until the books of
eternity are opened on the thrones Of
judgment will ever be known what she
has suffered. OH ye who are twisting a
garland for the victor, put il on that
pale brow. When she is dead the neigh
bors will beg linen TO make her n shroud,
and she will be carried out in plain box
with no silver plate to tell her years, for
she has lived a thousand years Of trial
and anguish. The gamblers and swim
dlers who destroyed her husband viii
not come to the, funeral. One carriage
will be enough for that funeral-one car
riage 10 carry the orphans and the
two Christian women who presided
over the olsequies. But there is q fash,
and the opening of 9. celestial door, and
shout Lift mp your head, ye everlast-
ing gate. and let her come in" And
Christ will step forth and say; "Come
in! Ye suffered with me on earth, he
gloritied with me in heaven" What is
the highest throne in heaven! You say,
''The throne Of the Lord God Almighty
and the Lamb" No doubt about il.
What is the next highest throne in
heaven: While / speak it seems to 1he
that il will be the throne Of the drunk
ards wife. if she with cheerful patience
endured all her earthly torture. Heroes
and horoines.
find also in this roll the heroes Of
Christian charity. We all admire the
George Peabodys and the James Lenoxcs
of the earth. who give tens and hundreds
Of thousands of dollars to good objects.
But am speaking this morning Of
those who, out of their pinched poverty,
helm others-of such men as those
Christian missionaries at the west. who
are living on $3.50 a year that they may
proclaim Christ to the people, one Of them,
writing 10 the secretary in New York,
saving: Il thank you for that S2j. Until
Yesterday we have had no meat in our
house for three months. We have suf-
fered terribly. Ny children have no
shoes this winter" And Of those people
who have only a half loaf of bread.
but give piece uf il TO others who are
hungrier. and of those who have only
scuttlc of coal, but help others to fuel;
ard Of those who have only q dollar in
their pocket. and give twenty-five cents
TO somebody else. and Of that father who
wears shabby coat, and Of that mother
who wears a faded dress, that their chill
dren may be well appareled. You call
them paupcrs, or ragamuffins. or emi.
grants. | call them heroes and heroines.
You and l may not know where they
live, or what their name is. God knows,
and they have more angels lowering over
them than you and have, and they will
have higher seat in heaven.
They may have osly a cup Of cold
water 10 give a poor Traveller or may
have only picked a splinter from under
the nail Of q child's finger or have put
only two mites into the treasury, but the
Lord knows them. Considering what
they had, they did more than we have
ever done. and their faded dress VIII he
come n white robe, and the small room
win be- an eternal mansion, and the old
hat will be coronet Of victory and all
tho applause of earth and all the shout
ing OF heaven will be drowned ont when
God riscs up Co give his reward 10 those
humble workers in his kingdom, and to
saw 10 them. "WoD done, good and
faithful servant. -
You have all seen or e"d Of The
min OF M.lrosc Abbey. 1 suppose IN
some respects il is the most exquisite
min ana rartb And yet. logkiGg nt Il l