The Russellville Democrat., 1888-08-09
ALMAGE'S SERMON.
discourse on "The Martyrs of
 Everyday Life"
Rewards Awaiting Those Who, Trough TribuIstions and Trials, Do Their Whole Duty-Coro-
 nation Day in Heaven.

Trough IribulatiOnS ana 1riais,
 Do Their Whole Duty--Coro-
 nation Day in Heaven.
 F. T. Dewitt Talmage delivered the wing discourse on ''The Martyrs of y-d day Life" to an immense con
 e of people at Lakeside, o. His Tas:
 u therefore endure hardness--II. Timo- |torians are not slow to acknowledge 3nerits of great military chieftains.
 ave the full-length portraits of the |awelIs, the WpshingtonA the Napo- and the Nelingtons of the world. | |,ry is not written in black ink, but red ink of human blood. The gods |umau ambition do not drink from Is made of silver, or gold, or precious |.s but out of the bleached skulls of I;lcu But | am now to enroll before
 croll of heroes that the world has |r acknowledged; those wbo faced no bl w no bugle blast conquered no
 chained no captives to tReir chariot ls, and yet, in the great day of eterni-
 Il stand higher than those whose Is start ed the nation; and scraph, rart spirit, and arc changel will tell
 deeds to a listening universe. l the heroes of conJ'non, everyday  this rcle, in the first place, find all eroes of the sick roosn. When Satan Jailed tc overcome JSb, he said to +Fut forga TlsSt 4,ahd and touch his E and his flesh, and he will curse to Thy face" Satan had found out we have all found out, that sickness E greatest test of one's character. A who can stand that can stand any +. To be shut in room as fast as |gh it were q bastile. To be so nerv- you can not endure the tap of a F. foot. To have luxuriant fruit, h tempts the appetite of the robust healthy, excite our loathing and dis when it first appears on the platter. lave the napier of path strike through |side, of across the temples, like a l., or to put tFre- foot into 8 vice, or to |g the whole body into a blaze of t. Yet there have beeu men and len, but more women than men, who cheerfully endured this hardness. |dgh years of exhausting rheumatism excruciating neuralgias they have |, and through bodily distresses rasped the nerves. and tore the Iles. and paled the cheeks and bed the shoulders. By the dim light |e sick room taper they saw on their the picture of that land where the |bitants are never sick. Through the silence of the night they heard the us of the angels. The cancer ate her life from week to week and day Ey, and she became weaker and weak bud every "good night" was feebler the ''good night" before--yet never The children looked up into her face
 saw suffering transformed into a |enly smile. Those who suffered on battle- field amid shot and shell were To much heroes and heroines as those
 in the field hospital and in the asy-
 had levers which no ice could cool no surgery care. No shout of com to cheer them, but the numbness aching, and homesicknoss-yet will- o suffer, confident in God, hopeful ot zen. Heroes of rheumatism. Heroes Ieuralgia- Heroes of spinal com It. Heroes of sick headache. He- of lifelong invalidism. Heroes and ines. They shall reign for ever and rkl I catch just one note of the ial anthem: "There shall be no pain" Bless God for that
 this roll also fiud the heroes of toil, do theiSnDs'k apcomplainingly. It liII5afa4fVely easy to lead a regiment battle when you know that the whole ,m will appland the victory; it is com lively easy to doctor the sick when know that your skill will be appre- d by large company of friends relatives; 1t is comparatively easy ddress an audience when, in the fwrg eyes and the flushed cheeks, you
 N your sentiments are adopted;
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 ser will come and thrust his
 Asevh the work to show how im-
 er to have the whole gar
 VSsk on you to be done over
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 Y Sssou did it well, but only
 ,.s0yer howllng across the 'c1u. is work until your eyes are dim your back aches, and your heart ts, and to know tirat if you stop be- night your children will starve. AhI word has not slain so many as the Ile. The great battle-fields of the war were not Gettysburg, and Shiloh, South Mountain. The great battle- s of the last war were in the arsenals.
 in the shops, in the atties, where len made army jackets for sixpence. , toiled on until they died. They had nneral eulogium, but, in the name of Bod, this day, enroll their names ng those of whom the world was not hy. Heroes of the needle. Heroes of sewing machine. Heroes of the attic. pes of the cellar. Heroes and heroines. s God for them.
 this role also find the heroes who uncompleiningly endured domestic stices. There are men who for their and anxiety have no sympathy in r homes. Exhausting application to ness gets them a livelihood, but an ugal wife soatters it. He is fretted at , the moment he enters the door until omes out of if. The corporations of ness life augmented by the exaspera- s of domestic lIe. Such men are he'd at, but they have heart-break- troubie, and they would have long ago , into appalling dissipations but for grace of God. Society to-day is VII with the wrecks of men, who, un- the northeast storm of domestic in- 'ity.'have been driven on the rocks. -e are tens of thousands of drunkards his country to-day, made such by r wives. That Is not poetry. That is e. But the wrong is generally in the ,site direction. You would not have 70 far to find a wife whose life is a ,etual msrtyrdom. Something heavier
 6 stroke of the fist; unkind words, gering home at midnight, and con- { maltreatment, which have left her
 wreck of what she was on that when, in the midst of brilliant as- blaze, the vows were taken and full m played the wedding march, and the iage rolled away with the benediction he people.
 hat was the burning of Latimer and ley at the stake compared with thisl SC men soon became unconscious in fire, but here is Q fifty years martyr i, a fifty years putting to death, yet No bitter words when companions at two o'clock he morning pitch the husband dead lk into the front entry No bitter