The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1898-10-28

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came a devastation, domestic disaster,
or arrangement Why? They start
ed wrong. In the other case, although
there were hardships and trials ana
some things that had to be explained,
still things went on pleasantly until
the very last Why? They started
right.
My second advice to you in your
home is, to exercise to the very last
possibility of your nature the law OF
forbearance. Prayers in the house
hold will not make up for everything.
Some Of the best people in the world
are the hardest to get along WIN
There are people who stand up IN
prayer meetings and pray like angels,
who at home are Incorporating ana
cranky. You may not have everything
just as you want it. Sometimes IL
will be the duty Of the husband anu
sometimes of the wife to yield; Dut
both stand punctiliously on your rights
and you will have a Waterloo, with no
Butcher coming up at nightfall to de-
eide the conflict.
Never be ashamed to apologize when
you have done wrong in domestic al
fairs. Let that be a law OF your
household. The best thing l ever
heard of my grandfather, whom l new
er saw, was this, that once having
unrighteously rebuked one of his chill
dren, he himself having lost his pa
thence, and, perhaps, having been mis-
informed Of the child's doings, founu
out his mistake, and in the evening OIL
the same day gathered all his famliv
together and said, NOW, l have one
explanation to make, and one thing
to say. Thomas, this morning L re-
buked you very unfairly. l am very
sorry for it. I rebuked you in the
presence of the whole family, and now
l ask your forgiveness in their pres
ence" 1t must have taken some
courage to do that. 1t was right, was
it not? Never be ashamed to apollo
| giZe for domestic inaccuracy. Find out
the points; what are the weak points,
If may call them so, Of your COM
panion, and then stand aloof from
them. Do not carry the fire of your
temper too near the gunpowder. II
the wife be easily fretted by disorder
in the household, let the husband be
careful where he throws his slippers.
If the husband come home from the
store with his patience exhausted, do
not let the wife unnecessarily cross his
temper, but both stand up for your
rights, and l will promise the ever
lasting sound of the warwhoop. Your
life will be spent in making-up and
marriage will be to you an unmitigated
curse. Cowper said:
"The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear;
And something, every day they live,
To pity, and perhaps forgive"
I advise, also, that you make your
chief pleasure circle around about that
home. 1t is unfortunate when it is
otherwise. If the husband spent the
most of his nights away from home, OF
choice, and not of necessity, he is not
the head of the household; he is only
the cashier. If the wife throw the
cares of the household into the SER
wants lap, and then spend five nights
of the week at the opera or theater,
she may clothe her children with satin
and laces and ribbons that would con-
found a French milliner, but they are
orphans. 1t is sad when a child has
no one to say it's prayers to because
mother has gone off to the evening
entertainment! In India they bring
children and throw them to the croco-
dies. and it seems very cruel; but
the Jaws Of social dissipation are swal-
lowing down more little children to-
day than all the monsters that ever
crawled upon the banks Of the Gan
ges!
have seen the sorrow of a goddess
mother on the death of a child she
had neglected. 1t was not so much
grief that she felt from the fact that
the child was dead as the fact that she
had neglected it. She said, "If 1 had
only watched over and cared for the
child, know God would not have
taken it." The tears came not: it was
a dry, blistering tempest-a scorching
simeon of the desert. When she wrung
her hands it seemed as if she would
twist her fingers from their sockets;
when she seized her hair, it seemed as
if she had, in wild terror, grasped a
coiling serpent with her right hand.
No tears! Comrades of the little one
came in and wept over the coffin;
neighbors came in and the moment
they saw the still face Of the child
the shower broke. No tears for her.
God gives tears as the summer rain
to the parched soul; but in all the
universe the driest and hottest, the
most scorching and consuming thing
is a mothers heart if she has neglect
ed her child, when once it is dead.
God may forgive her, but she will
never forgive herself. The memory
will sink the eyes deeper into the
sockets, and pinch the face, and whiten
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