The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-08-25

stopped at the front door to inquire
as to his welfare. But poverty on the
one side and sickness on the other are
Bozez and seneh, and they interlock
their shadows, and drop them upon the
poor mans way. God help him!
There is sharp rock on the one side
and sharp rock on the other side.
NOW, certain amount of persecu-
ton rouses a mans defiance, stirs his
blood for magnificent battle, and makes
him fifty times more man than he
would have been without the persecu-
ton. So it was with the great Re-
former when he said, II will not be
put down; will be heard" And SO it
was with Willard, the preacher, in the
time of Louis KI. When Louis XII.
sent word to him that unless he
| stopped preaching in that style he
would throw him into the river, he
piled, Tell the king that will reach
heaven sooner by water than he will
reach it by fast horses" A certain
amount of persecution is tonic and
inspiration, but too much Of it, and too
long continued, becomes the rock Bozez
throwing dark shadow over mans
life. What is he to do then? Go
home, you say. Good advice, that
mat is just the place for man to go
when the world abuses him. Go home.
Blessed be God for our quiet and sym
| pathetic homes! But there is many
man who has the reputation of hav-
| Ing home when he has none.
Through unthinkingness or precipita-
ton there are many matches made
that ought never to have been made.
An othciating priest cannot alone
unite couple. The Lord Almighty
must proclaim banns. There are many
homes in which there is no sympathy,
and no happiness, and no good cheer.
The clamor of the battle may not have
been heard outside, but God knows,
Notwithstanding all the playing of the
wedding March," and all the odor OF
the orange blossoms, and the benedic-
ton OF the officiating pastor, there has
been no marriage. So sometimes men
have awakened to find on one side of
them the rock of persecution, and on
the other side of them the rock of do
nestle infelicity. What shall such a
one do? Do as Jonathan did-climb
Get up the heights of Gods consolation
from which you may look down in tri-
umph upon outside persecution and
home trouble. While good and great
John Wesley was being silenced by the
magistrates, and having his name writ
ten on the board fences of London in
doggerel, at that very time his wife
| was making him as miserable as she
could-acting as though she were pos
sessed by the devil, as suppose she
was; never doing him kindness until
the day she ran away, so that he wrote
in his diary these words: II did not
forsake her; I have not dismissed her;
l will not recall her." Planting one
foot upon outside persecution, and the
other foot on home trouble, John Wes-
ley climbed up into the heights OF
Christian joy, and after preaching
forty thousand sermons, and travelling
two hundred and seventy thousand
miles, reached the heights of heaven.
though in this world he had it hard
enough-"a sharp rock on the one side,
and sharp rock on the other"
Again, that woman stands in the crisis
of the text who has bereavement and
struggle for livelihood at the same
time. Without mentioning names. l
speak from observation. All. it is a
hard thing for woman to make an
! honest living, even when her heart is
not troubled, and she has a fair cheek,
and the magnetism of an exquisite
presence. But now the husband, or the
father. is dead. The expenses of the
obsequies have absorbed all that was
left in the savings bank and, wan and
wasted with weeping and watching. she
goes forth-a grave, hearse, a coffin,
behind her-to contend for her exis-
tence and the existence Of her children.
When l see such battle as that open,
I shudder at the ghastliness of the
! spectacle. Men sit with embroidered
slippers and write heartless essays
about women's wages, but that ques-
ton Is made up of tears and blood and
there is more blood than tears. Oh,
give women free access to all the
realms where she can get livelihood,
from the telegraph office to the pulpit! !
Let mems wages be cut down before
hers are cut down. Men have iron in
their souls, and can stand it. Make
the way free to her of the broken heart.
May God put into my hand the cold,
bitter cup of privation, and give me
nothing but windowless hut for shell
ter for many years, rather than that af-
ter am dead there should 90 out from
my home into the pitiless world a
woman's arm to fight the Gettysburg,
the Austerlitz, the Waterloo of life for
bread! And yet. how many women
there are seated between the rock OF
bereavement on the one side and the
rock Of restitution on the other! Bo-
ZEE and Seneh interlocking their shad-
ows and dropping them upon her mis-
cradle way. There is a sharp rock
on the one side, and sharp rock on
the other side
| What are such to do? Somehow. let
them climb up into the heights of the
glorious promise: Leave thy father
less children, will preserve them alive
and let thy widows trust in me- or