The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1899-02-15

and trouble!
Romance and novelty may for little
while seem 10 be substitute. The
marriage day has only gone by, just
gone by, and all household cares are
atoned for by the joy of being together
and by the fact that when it is late at
night it is not necessary TO discuss
whether it is time TO go. All the mis-
haps of the newly-married couple in the
way of household affairs are not mat
ters of anxiety or apprehension, but
merriment. The loaf of bread turned
into a geological specimen, the slushy
custard and jaundiced and measly bis
cults! Oh, it is very bright sunlight
that falls upon the cutlery and mantel
ornaments of new home! Romance
and novelty will do for little while,
but after awhile the romance is all
gone, and there is loaf to be made.
loaf that cannot be sweetened by any
earthly condiments, and cannot be
favored with any earthly favors, and
cannot be baked in any ordinary oven.
1t is the loaf of domestic happiness.
All the ingredients from Heaven. .nit
from the tree of life and sweetened
with the new wine of the kingdom and
baked in the oven of home trial. God
only can make that loaf. You can cut
it, but it takes God TO make it.
Solomon wrote out of his own misera-
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home; no man can be happy with two
wives, much less with 700, and out of
his wretched experience he wrote:
Better is dinner of herbs where love
is than a stalled OK and hatred there
with" Oh, the responsibilities of
housekeepers! Kings by their indiges-
tion have lost empires, and generals
through indigestion have lost battles.
One of the great statisticians says that
out of 1000 unmarried men 30 were
criminals, and out of loco married men
only IS were criminals, showing the
power of home. And. oh. the respon-
sibility resting upon housekeepers! By
the food they provide, by the couch
they spread, by the books they intro
duce, by the influence they bring
around the home, they are helping to
decide the physical, the intellectual.
the moral, the eternal, welfare OF the
human race. Oh. the responsibility!
That woman sits in the house of God
to-day perhaps entirely unappreciated.
She is the banker of her home, the presi-
dent, the cashier, the teller the dis
count clerk. and ever and anon there is
a panic. God knows the anxieties and
the care, and He knows that this is not
a useless sermon, but that there are
multitudes of hearts waiting for the
distillation of the Divine mercy and
soace in their hour of trials and their
home duties and their own fatigues.
The world hears nothing about them.
They never speak about them. You
could not with the agonies of an in
QUESTION bring the truth out of them.
They keep it still. They say nothing.
They endure and will until God and the
judgment right their wrongs. oh"
says some sister, "are you not trying to
show that all woman's life at home is
one OF self-sacrifce Yes, my sister,
and that is the only kind of life worth
living, That has been the life of Flor
ence Nightingale; that was the life of
Edward Payson; that was the life of
the Lord Jesus Christ; that is the life
of every man or woman that is happy
a life of self-sacrifce. Those people
living for themselves-are they happy
Find me one. will give you all the ma
tions of the earth to find me one. Not
happy-no, not happy. 1t is the self
sacrificing people that are happy, for
God pays SO largely, so gloriously, SO
magnifciently, in the deep and eternal
satisfactions of the soul. Self-sacritice!
We all admire it in others. How little
we exercise of it! How much would we
endure-how much would we risk-for
others?
A very rough schoolmaster had a
poor lad that had offended the laws of
the school, and he ordered him to come
up. Now" he said, you take off your
coat instantly and receive this whipi"
The boy declined, and more vehemently
the teacher said: II tell you, now, take
off your coat-take it off Instantly"
The boy again declined. 1t was not be-
cause he was afraid of the lash-he was
used to that in bis cruel home-but it
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ments, and when at last he removed
his coat there went up sob of emotion
all through the school as they saw why
he did not wish to remove his coat and
as they saw the shoulder blades almost
cutting through the skin. AS the
schoolmaster lifted his whip to strike
a resolute, healthy boy leaped up and
said: stop, schoolmaster; whip me!
He is only a poor chap; he can't stand
it; whip mel" "Oh," said the teacher,
tits going to be very severe scourg-
ing! But if you want to take the posi-
ton of substitute you can do it," The
boy said: II don't care. Whip me.
I'll take it. He's only poor chap.
Don't you see the bones almost come
through the flesh? Whip me-" And
when the blows came down on the boys
shoulders this healthy, robust lad made
no outcry. He endured it all uncom-
plainingly. We all say "Bravol" for
that lad. Bravol That is the spirit of
Christi Splendid! How much scourg-
ing, how much chastisement, how much
anguish. will you and take for others?
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