Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-08-15


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; 81 did not
forsake her; I have not dismissed her;
I will not recall her, Planting one
foot upon. outside persecution and the
other foot on home trouble, John Wes
hey climbed up into the heights of
Christian joy, and, after preaching 49,,
900 sermons and travelling 270, 900
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.
Glorious Promise.
Again, that woman stands in the cri-
sis of the text who has bereavement and
struggle for livelihood at the same
time Without mentioning names I
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 fair cheek
and the magnetism Of an exquisite pres
ence. But now the husband or the ia
ther is dead. The expenses of the obse
quies have absorbed all that was left n
the savings bank, and wan and wasted
with weeping and watching, she goes
forth-a grave, a hearse a coffin behind
her-to contend for her existence and
the existence of her children. When /
see such battle as that open, [ shud
der at the ghastliness of the spectacle.
Men sit with embroidered slippers and
write heartless essays about WOmen's
wages, but that question is made up Of
tears and blood, and there is more blood
than tears. Oh, give woman free access
to all the realms where she can get a
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 a windowless
hut for shelter for many years rather
than that after [ am dead there should
go out from my home into the pitiless
world woman's arm to fight the Get
tysburg, the Austerlitz, the Waterloo
of life for bread. And yet how many
women there are seated between the
and the rock of restitution on the 9TH
er. Bozez and Seneh interlocking their
shadows and dropping them upon her
miserable way. ''There is 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 fatherless
children, I%lll preserve them alive and
let thy widows trust in me-" Or get up
into the heights of that other glorious
promise, 1.-The Lord preserveth the
stranger and relieveth the widow and
the fatherless. % Oh, We sewing women,
on starving wages Oh, We widows,
turned out from the once beautiful
home! Oh, We female teachers, kept on
niggardly stipend! Oh, ye despairing
women, seeking in vain for work, wan
dering along the docks and thinking to
throw yourselves into the river last
night! Oh, We women of weak nerves,
and aching sides, and short breath, and
broken heart, you need something more
than human sympathy, you need the
sympathy of God. Climb up into his
arms. He knows it all, and he loves
band ever could or ever did, and instead
Of sitting down, wringing your hands
in despair, you had better begin to climb.
There are heights of consolation for
you, though now "there is sharp rock
on one side, and a sharp rock on the
other side. -
Again, that man is in the crisis of
the text who has a wasted life on the
one side and an unilluminated eternity
on the other. Though a man may all
his life have cultured deliberation and
self poise, if he gets into that position,
all his self possession is gone. There
are all the wrong thoughts of his exist
ence, all the wrong deeds, all the wrong
words-strata fabove strata, granite,
ponderous, overshadowing. That rock
call Bozez. On the other side are all
the retributions of the future, the
thrones of judgment, the eternal ages,
angry with his long defiance. That
rock I call Semen. Between these two
rocks 10, 900 times 10000 have per-
ished.
0 man immortal, man redeemed,
man blood bought. climb up out Of
those shadows! Climb up by the way
of the cross. Have your wasted life for
given; have your eternal life secured.
This hour just take one look to the past
and see what it has been, and take one
look to the future and see what it
threatens to be. You can afford to lose
your health, you can afford to lose your
property, you can afford to lose your
reputation, but you cannot afford to lose
your soul. That bright, cleaning, glori-
Gus, precious, eternal possession you
must carry aloft in the day when the
earth burns up and the heavens burst.
You see from my subject that when