The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1888-08-02
ENDURANCE.
DIR. TALMAGEs SUNDAY SERMON.
"The Martyrs of Everyday Life" Dc
livercd at Lakeside, Ohio.

Washingtons the Napoleons and the Well
ingtons 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 precious stones but out Of the bleached
skulls OF the fallen. But am now to unroll
before you scroll Of heroes that the world
has never acknowledged; those who
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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 -apt spirit, and
archangel will tell their deeds to a listening
universe. i mean the heroes OF common
everyday life.
In this roll, in the first place, I find all the
heroes of the sick room. When Satan had
failed to overcome, job, he said to
Go God i Put d9 forth b. thy y.,l hand and touch
curse thee to thy face" Satan had found out
what we have found out, that sickness is the
greatest test of ones character. A man who
oan stand that can stand anything. To be
shut in room as fast as though II were
bastile; to be so nervous you cannot endure
the tap OF a child's 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 raper of pain strike through the
side, or across the temples, like a razor, or TO
body into blaze of fever. Yet there
have been men and women, but more
women than men, who have cheerful
ly endured this hardness. Through
years of exhausting rheuInatisms and ex-
cruciating neuralgias they have gone, and
through bodily distresses that raspe1 the
nerves, and tore the muscles, and paled the
cheeks, and stopped the shoulders. BY the
dim light of the sick-room taper they saw on
their wall the picture Of that land where the
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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 trans
formed into heavenly smile. Those who
suffered on the battle field, 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 comrade
to cheer them, but numbness and aching
and homesickness- yet willing 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 invaldism. Heroes and heroines
Ihey shall reign forever and ever
Hark! catch just one note of the eternal
Mnth"m' lhere snail be no more pain"
Bless God for that.
In this roll also find the heroes of toll, who
do their work kuncomplaisingly. 1t is compar
atively easy TO lead a regiment into battle
when you know that the whole nation will
applaud the victory; it is comparatively easy
skill will be appreciated by large company
OF friends and relatives; it is comparatively
easy to address an audience when i'm the
cleaning eyes and the flushed cheeks you
know that your sentiments 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 gar
ment thrown back on you to be 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 scaffold ;
70 work until your eyes are dim and your
back aches, and your heart faints and to
know that IL you stop before night your
children will starve. Ali the sword has
not slain so many as the needle. The great
Gettysburg and Shiloh and South Noun
tain. The great battle-fields of tho last war
were in the arsenals, and in the shops and in
the attics, whore women made army jackets
fora sixpence They toiled on until they
died. They had no funeral eulogium, 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. Heroes and heroines
Bless God for them.
In this roll also find the heroes who have
uncomplainingly endured domestic injus.
tices There are men who for their toll and
anxiety have no sympathy in their homes.
Exhausting application to business gets them
a livelihood, but an unfrugal wife scatters
IT, He is fretted at from the moment he en-
ters the door until he comes out of it, The
exasperations of business life augmented by
the exasperations Of domestic life. Such
men are laughed at, but they have heart
breaking trouble, and they. would have long
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; ROCKS There are tensof thousands of drunk
ards In this country to-day, made such by
Their wives. That is not poetry. That il
prose. But the wrong is generally in the op-
poste direction. You would not have to 90
lar to find a wife whose life is perpetual
inartyrdom Something heavier than a
stroke OF the fist; unkind words staggering
nome ut midnight, and constant ma!treat-
hent which have left her only wreck of
what she was on that day when in the midst
OF brilliant assemblage the VOWS were taken,
anu full organ played the wedding march,
ahu the carriage rolled away with the
penediction OF the people. What was the
turning OF Latimer and Ridley at the stake
compared with thisl Those men soon became
UNCONSCIOUS In the fire, but here Is fifty
years martydom, fifty years putting TO
, u1atl, yet uncomplaning. No bitter words
,Mnvh tue rollicking companions at 2 o'clock
~ the morning pitch the husband dead drunk
smSo the front entry. No bitter words when
wpihg from the swollen brow the blood
1Rauek Rrs out in a midnight carousal.
ponuing over the battered and
bruised form of him, who, when he took
ner from her fathers home, promised love,
bmt at kindness, and protection, yet nothing
Sus pu sympathy, and prayers, and forgiveness
, n1,ore they are asked for. No bitter words
, mnen the family Bible goes for rum, and the
SmnpIoXers shop gets the last decent dress
soonie ~ day, desiring to evoke the story of her
seorIows, you say: "Well, how are Won get
Sn S,ng along nowf' and rallying her trembling
se,,s' UNI quieting her quivering lip, she
says; s !, 'pretty We'll. l thank YOU, pretty
,'n. She never will tell YOU In the de
liun tnn OF her last sickness she NAV
.oa aii the secrets of her lifetime,
ou. she will not tell that, Not
Until until the books OF eternity are opened ON the
snIones OF Judgment will ever be known
WHAT she has suffered. Obi va who ara
tmsthg garland for the victor, put IL on
s .nat pale brow. When she is dead the
Ihelgh9ors will beg linen to make her a
shnroud, and she will be carried out In a plain
sSa mith no silver plate to tell her years, for
ans sne mas lived a thousand years Of trial and
Sg,usn. The gamblers and swindlers who