Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1888-02-17

Lapithe. The house fun Of outrage, and
cruelty, and abomination, while trudging
forth from the palace gate are Nashti and
her children. There are homes represented
in this house this morning that are in danger
Of such a breaking up Oh Ahasuerus,
that you should stand in a home, by
a disspated life destroying the peace
forbid that your children should
ever have to wiring their hands, and have
people point their hands at them as they pass
down the street. and say, There goes a
drunkard's child.n God forbid that the lit
tle feet should ever have tn trudge the path
of poverty and wretchedness. God forbid
that any evil spirit, born Of the wilma cup or
the brandy flask, should come forth and uD-
root that garden, and, with blasting, bis
tering all consuming curse, shut for ever the
palace gate against Vashti and the children.
Oh the women and men of sacrifice are
going to take the brightest corOnalso Of heavenl
This woman Of the text gave no palatia resi-
dence, gave up all for what she considered
right Sacrificed Is there anything more
sublime,i A steamer called the Prairie
Belle, burning on the Mississippi river
Bludso, the engineer, declared he would keep
the bow of the boat TO the shore till all were
off, and be kept his promise. At his post,
| scorched and blackened, he persisted, but he
saved all the passengers Two verses of pa
! thetic poetry describe the scene, but the
I verses ara a little rough, and 80 l changed
word or two:
Through the hot black breath Of the burning
Jim Bludso's voice was heard,
Aid they all had trust in his stubborness,
And knew he would keep his word:
And sure's you're born they all got of
Afore the smokestacks fell;
And Bludso's ghost went up above,
In the smoke OF the Prairie Belle.
He weren't no saint, but at Judgment
I'd run my chance with jim,
Longside OF some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't shake hands with him.
He'd seen his duty, dead sure thing,
And went for It there and then,
And Christ Is not going to be too hard
On man that died for men.
Once more: want you to look at Vashti
the silent. You do not hear any cutlery from
this woman as she goes forth from the palace
gate. From the very dignity of her nature
| you know there will be no vociferation
Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a
retort; sometimes in life it is necessary to
resist; but there are crises when the most
| triumphant thing to do Is to keep silence
The philosopher, confident in his newly dis
| covered principle, waited for the coming of
more intelligent generations, willing that
men should laugh at the lightning rod,
| and cotton gin and Misunderstanding for
long years through the soothing of philo-
silence. Calico, condemned by mathema,
ticians, and monks, and cardinals, caricatured
everywhere, yet waiting and watching with
his telescope to see the coming up of stellar
re-enforcements, when the stars in their
courses would fight for the Copernican sys-
TEN; then sitting down in complete blindness
and deafness to wait for the coming of the
generations who would build his monument
and bow at his grave. The reformer, exc.
Grated by his contemporaries, fastened in a
pillory, the slow fires of public contempt
burning under him, ground under the cylin-
ders of the printing press,ye calmly waiting
| for the day when purity OF soul and herosm
of character will get the sanction OF earth
aud the plaudits of heaven. Addiction, en-
during without any complaint the sharpness
of ths pang, and the violence of the storm,
and the heft of the chain, and the darkness
Of the night-waiting until a divine hand
shall be put forth to sooth the pang, and
hush the storm, and release the captive. A
wife abused, prosecuted, and a perpetual
exile from every earthly comfort-waiting
waiting, until the Lord shall gather up his
dear children in a heavenly home, and M
poor Vashti will ever be thrust out from The
palace gate. Jesus, in silence, and answer
ing not word, drinking the gall, bearing
the cross, in prospect of the rapturous con
summation when
| Angels thronged his chariot Wheel