The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-01-02
TALMAGE IN OHIO.
iEe breaches at the Lakesi6 81 AZ.
sembly Grounds.
she Martyrs Of Everyday Life. tho Hesoel
and Heroines OF Heaven-A Scroll :,
of Herces the World Tss,
Mover Recognized.

Rev. 7. De Witt Talmage preached to an
immense tprong at Lakeside, O., last Sun
day. The subject Of his sermon was: THE
Martyrs of Everyday Life,'' and he chose
as his text-u Timothy, IL, S-''Thou, there
fore. endure hardness DR.. Talmage said:
Historians are not slow to acknowledge
the merits of great military chieftalns. We
have the full.length portraits Of the Cron-
wells. the Washingtons, the Napoleous, and
the Wellingtons Of the world. History Is
NOS writer, in inhle-a--ii-Hr>-----HA- q rod
f6S g. human blood. The gods Of ambition
do not drink from bowls made oct of silver,
or gold, OR precious stones, but out Of the
bleached skulls of the fallen. ButI am now
to unron before you a scroll Of heroes that
the world has never Observation-Disclosures
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 listening universe. I
mean the heroes Of common, everyday 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
Gesh, and he will curse Thee to Thy face"
Satan bad found out what we have all found
OUT that sickness is the greatest test of
ones character. a man who can stand that
can stand any thing. To be shut in room
as though it were bastile To be so nerv-
Gus you can not endure the tap Of child's
foot. To have lIxuriant fruit. which tempts
the appetite of the robust and healthy, excite
cur losthing and disgust when it first ap-
pears on the platter. TO have the rapier OF
pain strike through the side, or across the
temples, like razor, or to put the foot into
svise, or throw the whole body into blaze
OF fever Yet there have been men and
women, brt more women than men, VINO
have cheerfully endured this hardness
Through years Of e1hausting rheumatism
and excruciating neuraigias they have gone,
and through bodily distresseSs that raspeo
the enerves, and tore the muscles, and paled
the cheeks and stopped the shoulders. BY
the dim light Of the sickroom 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, ana
every sgood night was feebler than the
'ssood nightn beSore-yet never sad. The
children looked up into her face and saw
suffering transformed into g heavenly
spaife. Thasa who suffered On the battle
SeId, amid shot and shell, were
not 80 much heroes and heroines IS those
who, in the field hospital and in the asylum,
had Severs which no ice could cool and no
surgery cure. No shout Of comrade to
cheer them, but numbness, and aching, and
homssickness-yet willing TO suffer, conf
dent In God, hopeful Of Heaven. Heroes OF
sheuratism. Heroes Of neuralgia Heroes
Of spinal complaint. Heroes Of sick head
ache. Heroes Of lifelong invalidlsm. He
Foes and heroines. They shall reign for
ever and ever.
Eark! ! catch Just one note Of the eternal
anthem: 'sThere shall { nc more pain"
Bless God for that.
In their roll also find the heroes OF toll
who do their work uncomplainingly. 1t IS
oouparatively easy to lead a regiment into
battle when you know that the whole nation
viii applaud the victory; It is comparatively
easy to doctor the sick when you know that
your skill viii DO apprecisted by a large
company Of friends and relatives; 1t IS COM
psraSively easy to address an audience when
su the cleaning eyes and the flushed cheeks
YOU know that your sentiments are adopted;
but to do sewing where you expect that the
employer VIII come and thrust his thumb
through the work to show how inperfectltis,
srtohavethe whole garment thrown back On
yorto be done over again; to build wall
and hcw.there will berEo one to say you
did It well, but only. a swearing employer
bowling across the scafold; to work until
your eyes are dim and your back aches, and
your heart faints,-and to know that II you
stop before night your children viii starve.
Aht the sword has not slain so many as the
needle. The great battle-felds Of our last
war were not Gettysburg and Shiloh and
South Mountain. The great battle-felds OF
the last war werein the arsenals, and In the
shops and in the attics, where women made
army Jackets for sixpepce. They toiled on
until they died. They had no funeral eulo-
siuu, but, in the name Of my God, this day,
enroll their names aueng those of whom
the world is not worthy. Heroes Of the
needle. Heroes Of the sewing machine:
Heroes Of the attic. Heroes Of the cellar.
Heroes and heroines. Bless God Tor them.
In this ron I also find the heroes who have
unoomplainingly endured domestic injus-
tices. There are men who for their toll aad
Exhansting application to business gets
than livelihood, but an unfrugal wife scat
tars Il. He is fretted at from the moment
ne enters the door until he comes out Of it.
Tho evaporation Of business life augmented
by the exasperstions Of domestic life. Such
men are laughed at, but they have heart
breaking trouble, and they would have long
ago gone into appalling designations but tor
sho croee ~ Cod Society today is strayyn
with the wrecks of men, who, under the
northeast storm Of domestic infehcity have
bean driven on the rocks. There are tens
Of thousands Of drunkards in this country
today, made such by their wives. That
is not poetry. That is prose. But the
wrong is generally in the opposite
direction. You would not have to
90 far to find wife whose life is a
perpetual nsrtyrdom. Something heavier
than stroke Of the fist; unkind words,
stssgerings home at midnight, and constant
ualtreatment which have left her onlya
wreck OF what she was on that day when in
the midst of q brilliant assemblage the vows
were taken, and full organ played the wed
ding march, and the carriage rolled away
with the benediction of the people. What
was the burning Of Latimer and Ridley at
the stake compared to this! Those men
soon became unconscious IN the. hre, but
here is a fifty years martyrdom, fifty
years putting to deata, yet unconplaining.
No bitter words when the rollckins COM
.csnions at two O'Clock in the morning pitch
the husband dead drunk into the front entry.
No bitter words when wiping from the
swollen brow the blood struck out IN mid
NIGHT carousai. Bending over the battered