Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1898-03-26

and be familiar with princes, yet Got
may better have fitted US for carpon
ter's shop. or dentists forceps, or
weavers shuttle, or a blacksmith
forge. The great thing is to find jus
the sphere for which God intended us
and then to occupy that sphere and oc
cupy it forever. Hero is man Coz
fashioned to make pillow. There is
man God fashioned to make constitu
ticn. The man who makes the pillow il
just as honorable as the man who makes
the constitution There is woman WHIT
was made to fashion q robe. and yondel
is one intended to be q queen and weal
it. 1t seems to me that in the one CASE
as in the other God appoints the sphere
and the needle is just as respectable IL
his sight as the soepter. / do not know
but that the world would long ago have
been saved if some of the men out OF
the ministry were in it and some OF
those who are i'll it were out Of it.
really think that one-half the world
may BIO divided into two quarters-those
who hAve not found their sphere and
those who having FOUL. it are not will
ing to stay there. How many are strug-
Cling for position little higher than
that which God intended them The
bondswoman wants to be mistress. Ha.
gar keeps crowdiug Sarah. The small
wheel of watch which beautifully
went treading its golden pathway wants
to BIO the balance wheel, and the spar
row with chagrin drops into the brook
because it cannot, like the eagle, cut a
circle under tho sun.
| Too Many Leaders.
In the Lords army we all want to be
brigadier generals. The sloop says:
"More mast, more tonnage, moro cam
vas Oh, that were topsail schooner
or full rugged brig or Cunard steam
erl" And SO tho world is filled with
cries Of discomfort, because we arc not
willing to stay in the place where God
put us and intended US to be. My
friends, be not too proud to do anything
God tells you to do. For the lack of
right disposition in this respect the
world is strewn with wandering Hagars
and Ishmacls. God has given each one
of US a work to do. You carry scuttle
Of coal up that dark alley. You distrib-
ute that Christian tract. You give $780,
600 to the missionary cause. You for o
years sit with chronic rheumatism, dis
playing the beauty of Christian submits
sion. Whatever God calls you to, wheth-
er it win Kissing or huzza, whether to
walk under triumphal arch or lift the
sot out Of the ditch, whether 1t be to
preach on Pentecost or tell some wan
derer of the street of the mercy of the
Christ of Mary Magdalene, whether it
BIO to weave garland for q laughing
child on a spring morning and call her
a May queen or to comb out the tangled
locks of waif of the street and cut up
one of your old dresses to fit her ont for
the sanctuary. do it, and do it right
away. Whether it be crown or yoke,
do not fidget Everlasting honors upon
those who do their work and do their
whole work and are confronted in the
S 6ghsEe in ghich Gf;agd has them
tented Hagar and Ishmael!
Again, l find in this oriental scene
lesson of sympathy with woman when
she goes forth trudging in the desert
What a great change it was for tins
Hagarl There were the tent and all the
surroundings of Abraham s house. beau
tiful and luxurious, no doubt. Now she
is going out into the hot sands OF the
desert. Oh, what change it was And
in our day we often see the wheel OF
fortune turn. Here Is some ono VINO
lived in the very bright home of her
father. She had everything possible to
administer to her happiness-plenty at
the table, music In tho drawing room,
welcome at the door. She is led forth
into life by some one who cannot ap-
preciato her. A dissipated soul comes
and takes her out i'll the desert. Cruel
ties blot out all tho lights Of that home
circle. Harsh words wear out her splr-
its. The high hope that shone out over
the marriage altar while the ring was
being set and the vows given and the
benediction pronounced have all faded
with the orange blossoms, and there she
is today. broken hearted, thinking OF
past joys and present desolation and
coming anguish. Hagar in the wilder
nessl
Here is beautiful home. You cannot
think of anything that can be added to
il. For years there has not been the
suggestion of single trouble. Bright
and happy children FIJI the house with
laughter and song Books to read. Pc
tures to look at. Lounges to rest on.
Gun of domestic joy full and running
over. Dark night drops Pillow hot.
Pulses fiutter Eyes close. And the 1901
whose we'll known steps on the doorslll
hroupht the whole household out at
eyentide crying, Fathers coming ].
will never sound Oh the doorsill again.
A long, deep grief plowed through all
that brightness Of domestic life Para
disc lost. Widowhood. Hagar i'll the
wilderness.
How often is it wo see the weak arm
of woman conscripted for this battle
with the rough world Who is she, go.
ing down the street in the early light
of the morning, pale with exhaustlnf
work not half slept out with the alum
bers of last night, tragedies Of suffering
written all oyos her face, her lusterles'
ewes looking far ahead, as though fol
the coming of some other trouble? Hel
parents called her Mary or Bertha, o.
Agnes on the day when they held bel
M to the font and the Christian minis
ter sprinkled on the infants face thu
washings of holy baptism. Her nam'
is changed now. I hear it in the shuttle h, q
of the wornout shoes. 1 see it IN TIT
figure of the faded calico. l find 1t II
the lineaments of the woe BECOME coun
tenance. Not Mary, nor Bertha, no
Agnes, but Hagar in the wilderness