The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-08-02

1ne martyrs OF Everyday Lifeline SWORD
Has Not Slain So Many as the Needle.
The Majority of Martyrs Are Women.
The Heroes of Christian Charity.
LAKESIDE, O., July 29.-For many
years an assembly of the Chautauqua
type has been held at this point The
leading professors, scholars and clergy
men OF this and other lands have ad-
dressed the audiences. The Rev. T. De
Witt Talmage, D. D., of Brooklyn, is
now here. He lectured yesterday (Sat-
urday) and preached today to throngs in
Vulnerable. The subject of his sermon
today was: ''The Martyrs of Everyday
Life" He took for his text: 'sThou,
therefore, endure hardness. III Tim. ii,
8. DIR. Talmage said:
Historians are not slow to acknowledge
the merits of great military chieftains.
We have the full length portraits of the
Cromwells, the Washingtons, the Napo-
Icons and the Wellingtons of the world.
History is not written in black ink, but
with red ink of human blood The gods
of human ambition do not drink from
bowls made out of silver or gold or pre-
cious stones, but out of the bleached
skulls of the fallen. But l am now to
unroll before you a scroll of heroes that
the world has never acknowledged;
those who faced no guns, blew no bugle
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 nations; and seraph and rapt spirit
and archangel will tell their deeds to a
listening universe. mean the heroes of
common, everyday life.
In this roll in the first place, find all
the heroes of the sick room. When Sa-
tan had failed to overcome Job, he said
to God: ''Put forth thy hand and touch
his bones and his flesh, and he will curse
thee to thv face" Satan had found out
what we have all fourd out, that sick
ness is the greatest test of ones charac
ter. A man who can stand that can
stand anything To be shut In a room
as fast as though it were a bastfle. To
be SO nervous You cannot endure the tap
of a childs foot. To have luxuriant
fruit, which tempts the appetite of the
robust and healthy, excite our loathing
and disgust when it 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 wise, or throw the
whole body into blaze of fever. Yet
there have been men and women, but
more women than men, who have cheer
fully endured this hardness. Through
years of exhausting rheumatism and ex-
cruciating neuralgias they have gone,
and through bodily distresses that rasped
the nerves, and tore the muscles, and
paled the cheeks, and stopped the shoul-
ders. By the dim light of the sick room
taper they saw on their wall the picture
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 life
from week to week, and day to day, and
she became weaker and weaker, and
every "good night" was feebler than the
''good night before-yet never sad.
The children looked up into her face and
saw suffering transformed into a
heavenly smile. Those who suffered
Oh 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 surgery cure. No shout Of
a comrade to cheer them, but numbness,
and aching, and homesickness-ye will
ing to suffer, confident in God, hopeful
of heaven. Heroes of rheumatism.
Heroes Of neuralgia. Heroes OF spinal
complaint. Heroes of sick headache
Heroes of lifelong invalidisnl. Heroes
and heroines. They shall reign for ever
and ever.
Harkl I catch just one note OF the
eternal anthem: 'fhers shall be no more
PAIN" Bless God for that.
In this roll I also find the heroes OF
toll. who do their work uncomplain-
| ingly. 1t is comparatively easy to lead
a regiment into battle when you know
that the whole nation will applaud the
victory; it is comparatively easy to doc
tor the sick when you know that your
skill will be appreciated by large COM
pany of friends and relatives; it is COM
paratively easy to address an audience
when In the cleaning eyes and the
| flushed cheeks you know that your senti-
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 be done over again; to
| build a wall and know there will be no
| one to say you did it well, but only a
swearing employer bowling across the
| scaffold; to work until your eyes are
dim and your back aches, and your heart
| faints, and to know that if you stop be-
fore 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 Gettysburg and Shiloh and
| South Mountain. The great battlefields
of the last wax were in the arsenals, and
in the shops and in the attics, where
women made army jackets for sixpence.
They toiled on until they died. They
had no funeral eulogi1m, but, in the
name of my God, this day enroll their
names" among those of whom the world
was not worthy Heroes Of the needle.
Heroes of the sewing machine. Heroes
of the attic. Heroes of the cellar. He
roes and heroines. Bless God for them.
In this roll 1 also find the heroes who
have uncomplainingly endured domestic
iniustices There are men who for theiI
! toll and anxiety have no sympathy in
their homes. Exhausting application tc
business gets them Livelihood, but an
unfrugal wife scatters it. He is fretted
at from the moment ,he enters the dool
until he comes out of it. The exaspera-
| tions of business life augmented by the
| exasperatious of domestic life. Such
men are laughed at, but they have 6
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
icity, have been driven on the rocks
There are tens of thousands of drunk