Connecticut western news., 1898-10-27


 the mistake or Hot being satisfied unIil the husband has given up the tanning of the hides, or the turning of the ban isters, or the building of thdtwalls and put himself 5in circles where he has nothing to Rdo but smoke cigars and drink winefand get himself into habits that upset him, going down in the maelstrom, taking his wife and children with him. There are good many trains running from earth to destruction. They start all hours of the day and all hours of the night There are the freig ht trains. They go very slowly and very heavily, and there are the accom- modation trains going on toward de- struction, and they stop very often and let man get out when he wants to, but genteel idleness is an express train, satan is the stoker and death is the engineer, and, though one may come out in front of it and swing the red flag of danger or the lantern of Gods word, it makes just one shot into perdi- tion, coming down the embankmsnt with shout and vail and shriek | people sure of destruction-first, those who have nothing to do; secondly,
 those who have something to, but who are too lazy or too proud to do it.
 Let Eros Reign.
 I have one more word of advice to give to those who would have happy
 home, and that is let love preside in it. When your behavior in the domestic circle becomes mere matter of calou-
 lation, when the oaress you give is merely the result of deliberate study of the position you occupy, happiness lies
 stark dead on the hearthstone. When
 the husbands position as head of the
 household is maintained by loudness of
 voice, by strength of arm, by fire of temper, the republic of domestic bliss
 has become despotism that neither God nor man will abide Oh, ye who promised to love each other at the altar, how dare you commit perjury? Let no shadow of suspicion come on your affec- tion. It is easier to kill that flower than it is to make it live again. The blast from hell that puts out that light leaves you in the blackness of darkness for ever.
 Here are man and wife. They agree in nothing else, but they agree they will have home. They will have a splendid house, and they think that if they have a house they will have home Architects make the plan, and the mechanics execute it, the house to cost $100, 900. It is done. The carpets are spread, lights are hoisted, curtains are hung, cards of invitation sent out The horses in gold plated harness prance at the gate, guests come in and take their places, the flute sounds, the dan sers go up and down, and with one grand whirl the wealth and the fashion and | the mirth of the great town wheel amid | the pictured walls. Hal this is happi- ness Float it on the smoking viandsl Sound it in the musiol Whirl it in the dancel Cast it in the snow of sculpture Sound it up the brilliant stairway Flash it in chandeliersl Happiness in deed
 Let us build on the center of the par Tor floor throne to happiness; let all | the guests, when come in, bring their flowers and pearls and diamonds, and | throw them on this pyramid. and let it be throne, and then let happiness, the queen, mount the throne, and we will stand around, and, all chalices lifted, l we will say, Drink, O queen; live | foreverp But the guests depart. the flutes are breathless, the last clash of the impatient hoofs is heard in the dis l tance, and the twain of the household come back to see the queen of happiness on the throne amid the parlor floor. | But, alas as they come back, the flow CTS have faded, the sweet odors have
 become the smell of oharnel house. and instead of the queen of happiness there sits there the gaunt form of an guish, with bitten lip and sunken eye | and ashes in her hair. The romp of the 1 dancers who have left seems rumbling | yet, like jarring thunders that quake | the floor and rattle the glasses of the | feast rim to rim. The spilled wine on | the floor turns into blood. The wreaths ! of plush have become wriggling rep ! tiles. Terrors catch tangled in the can. | opy that overhangs the couch. A strong gust of wind comes through the hall and the drawing room and the bed | chamber, in which all the lights go out. | And from the lips of the wine beakers l come the words, Happiness is not in | usl' And the arches respond, "It is not in usl" And the silenoed instruments
 of music, thrummed on by invisible
 fingers. answer, Happiness is not in
 usl' And the frozen lips of anguish
 keak open, and, seated on the throne
 of wilted flowers, she strikes her bony
 hands together and groans. ''It is not | in mep'
 | Redeemed by Love.
 That very night clerk with salary
 of $1, 900 year-only $1,000-goes to
 his home, set up three months ago, just
 after the marriage day. Love meets him
 at the door, love sits with him at the table, love talks over the work of the
 day, love takes down the Bible and
 reads of him who came our souls to
 save, and they kneel, and while they
 are kneeling-right in that plain room
 on the plain carpet-the angels of God
 build throne, not out of flowers that
 perish and fade away, but out of gar
 lands of heaven, wreath on top of
 wreath, amaranth on amaranth, until
 the throne is done. Then the harps of
 God sounded, and suddenly there ap- 1 peared one who mounted the throne
 with eye so bright and brow so fair
 that the twain knew it was Christian
 love, and they knelt at the foot of the
 throne, and, putting one hand on each
 head, she blessed them, and said, Hap
 piness is with mel" And that throne
 of celestial bloom withered not with
 the passing years, and the queen left
 not the throne till one day the married
 pair felt stricken in years-felt them
 selves called away, and knew not which
 way to go, and the queen bounded from
 the throne and said, Follow me and | will show you the way up to the realm