The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-30
THE MARTYRS OF TO-DAY
REV. TALMAGES TOPIC AT THE
OHIO CHAUTAUQUA.

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History Written in the Red Ink of
Human Blood-The Bleached Skulls
of the Fallen the Drinking Cups OF
the Gods of Ambition Heroes OF
Sick Room, Workshop and Unhappy
Homes.
LAKESIDE, O., July 29.-For many years
an assembly Of the Chautauqua type has
been held at this point The leading pro
fessors, scholars and clergymen of this and
other lands have addressed the audiences
The Rev. r. Dewitt Talmage, D. D.. of
Brooklyn, is now here. He lectured yester-
day Saturday, and preached to-day, to
throngs innumerable. The subject of his
sermon to-day was "The Martyrs of
Every Day Life" He took for his text:
Thou. therefore, endure hardness IL
Timothy, H., 3. DIR. Talmage said:
Historians are not slow 10 acknowledge
the merits of great military chieftains. We
have the full length portraits of the Crom-
wells, tho WGSaingtons, the NapoleDns and
the WelhngtOus of the world. History is
not written in black ink, but with red ink
of human blood The gods of human am
bition 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 acknowl-
edged those who faced no guns, blew no
buRle blast, conquered no cities, chained no
captiveS to their chariot wheels, and yet, in
the great day of eternity will stand higher
than those whose names startled the ma
tions; and seraph, and rapt spirit, and arch
angel will tell their deeds to q listening uni
verse | mean the heroes of common every
day life.
In this roll, in the first place, find all
the heroes of the sick room. When satan
had failed to overcome Job he said to God:
Put forth thy hand and touch his bones
and his flesh, and he will curse Thea to thy
face" Satan had found ou what we have
all found out, that sickness is the greatest
tost OF ones character. A man who can
stand that can stand anything. To be shut
in IA room as fast as though it were bas-
tile. To be SO nervous you cannot endure
the tap of child's foot. To have luxuriant
fruit, which tempts the appetite of the ro-
bust and healthy. excite our lnathing and
disgust when il first appears on the platter.
| To have the rapier OF pain strike through
the side, or across the temples, like a razor,
or to put the foot into a vice, or throw the
whole body into a blaze of fever. Yet
there have been men and women, but more
women th9n men, who have Cheerfully en-
dured this hardness Through years Of ex-
hau ting rheumatisms and eXcruciating
| neuralgias they have gone, and through
bodily distresses that rasped the nerves,
and tore the muscles, and paIed
the cheeks and stopped the
shoulders. By the dim light Of the sick
room taper they saw on their wall the pict-
ure 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 lie from
week to week and day to day, and she be-
came weaker aud weaker, and every good
night" was feebler than the goodnight"
before-yet never sad The children looked
up into her face and saw suffering trans
formed into heavenly smile. 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 feVers which no ice could cool
and no sugery cure. No shout of a com
rade to cheer them, but nunbness, and
aching, and homesickness-ye willing TO
suffer, confident in God, hopeful of heaven.
Heroes of rheumatism. Heroes of neural
gia. Heroes of spinal complaint Heroes
OF sick headache. Heroes of lifelong in
validiSm. Heroes and heroines. They shall
reign forever and ever.
Hark | catch Just one note Of the eternal
anthem: There shall be no more pain
Bless God for that
In this roll | also find the heroes of toll.
who do their work uncomplaininglV. 1t is
comparatively easy 20 lead u regiment into
battle when you know that the whole ma
ton will applaud the victory; il is compar-
atively easy to doctor the sick when YOU
know that your skill will be appreciated by
large company OF friends and relatives: II
is comparatively easy TO address an audi
ence when in the cleaning eyes and the
flushed cheeks you know that your sent-
mentS are adopted; but to do sewing where
you expect that the employer will come
and thrust his thumb through the work to
show how imperfect it is, or to have the
whole garment thrown back on you to bo
done over again; to build wall and know
there will be no one TO say you did it well
but only swearing employer
bowling across the sctffold; to
work until your eyes are dim and
your back aches and your heart faints, aud
to know that il you stop before night your
children will starve All! the sword has
not slain SO many as the needle The great
battlefields Of our last war were not Gettys-
burg and Shiloh and South Mountain. The
great battletields Of the last war we're in
the arsenals, and in the shops, and in the
attics, where women made army jackets
for a sixpence. They toiled on until they
died. They had no funeral eulogium, but,
III Tie Mains vi my bOut lulS 1 enron
their names among those Of whom thu
world was not worthy. Heroes Of the
needle. Heroes Of the sewing machine
Heroes of the attic. Heroes of the cellar
Heroes and heroines. Bess God for them
In this roll / also find tho heroes who have
uncomplainingly endured domestic in
justices. There are men who for their toll
and anxiety have no sympathy in their
homes. Exhau1ting application 10 business
gets them Ii livelihood, but an mfrugal wife
scatters II. He is Iretted at from the
moment he enters the door until he comes
out OF il. The exasperations of business
life augmented by the exssperations Of
domestic life. Such men are laughed at
but they have a heart breaking trouble
and they would have long ago gone into
appalling designations but for the grace of
God. Society to-day is strewn with the
wrecks Of men, who, under the northeast
storm of domestic infelicity have been
driven on the rocks. There are tens Of
thousands of drunkards in this coun-
try to-day, made such by their
wives. That IS not poetry. That is
prose. But tho wrong is generally
Ia tho opposite direction. You would
not have 20 go far 30 fad a wife whose life
IL perpetual martyrdom. Something
heavier than a stroXe Of the fist unkind
words, staggerings homo at mi might and
constant maltreatmeut which have left her
only wreck II what she was On that day
when in the midst Of brilliant assemblago
'he VOWS wore taken and full organ played
the wedding march, aud the carriage rolled
"a sauv with fho lautaltgii ION az fha t.soria