The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-06-09

them a livelihood, but an unfrugal
wife scatters it. He is fretted at from
the moment he enters the door until
he out OF 1.-THE exasperations
of business life augmented by the
exasperatiops of domestic life. Such
men are laughed at, but they have a
heartbreaking trouble, and they
would have long ago gone into ap-
palling dissipation but for the grace
of God.
Society to-day is strewn with the
wrecks Of men who, under the north
east storm of domestic infelicity, have
been driven on the rocks. There are
tens of thousands of drunkards to-
day, made such by their wives. That
is not poetry; that is prose. But the
wrong is generally in the opposite d.
r~ection. You would not have to go
far to find a wife whose life is a per-
petual Notwithstanding heav.
Ter than the stroke of a fist, unkind
words; staggering home at midnight
and constant maltreatment, which
have left her only a wreck of what
she was on that day when in the
midst Of a brilliant assemblage the
vows were taken, and full organ played
\ the wedding march, and the carriage
! rolled away with the benediction of
the people. What was the burning
Of Latimer and Ridley at the stake
compared with this? Those men soon
became unconscious in the fire, but
there is a 30 years. martyrdom, a so
years putting to death, yet uncom-
planning. No bitter words when the
rollicking companions at two o'clock
in the morning pitch the husband
dead drunk into the front entry. No
bitter words when wiping from tho
swollen brow the blood struck out il
a midnight %carousal. Bending ove;;
the battered and bruised form of him
who when he took her from hef
fathers home promised love and kind
ness and protection, yet nothing but
sympathy and prayers and forgive.
ness before they are asked for. No
bitter words when the family Bible
goes for rum and the pawnbroker's
shop gets the last decent dress. Some
day, desiring to evoke the story Of
her sorrows, you say: swell, how
are you getting along now?" and,
rallying her trembling voice and
quieting her quivering lip, she says:
Pretty well, I thank you; pretty
we'll" She never will tell you. In the
delirium of her last sickness she may
tell all the other secrets of her life
time, but she will not tell that. Not
until the books of eternity are opened
on the throne of judgment will ever
be known what she has suffered. Oh,
we who are twisting a garland for the
victor, put it OF that pale brow!
When she is dead the neighbors will
beg linen to make her a shroud, and
she will be carried out in a plain box,
with no silver plate to tell her years,
for she has lived a thousand years of
trial and anguish. The gamblers and
swindlers who destroyed her husband
will not come to the funeral. One car
riage will be enough for that funeral
carriage to carry the orphans
and the two Christian women who
presided over the obsequies.
But there is a flash, and the opening
of a Celestial door and a shout: lift
up your head, we everlasting gate, and
let her come inI" And Christ will
step forth and say: "Come in. Ye
suffered for me on earth; be glorifed
with me in Heaven" What is the
highest throne in Heaven? You say:
1.-The throne of the Lord God Almighty
and the Lamb" No doubt about it.
What is the next highest throne in
Heaven? While l speak it seems to
me it will be the throne of the drunk
ards wife, if she with cheerful pa
thence endured all her earthly torture.
Heroes and heroines!
/ find also in this roll the heroes OF
Christian charity. We all admire the
George Peabodys and the James Len
oxes Of the earth, who give ten and
hundreds of thousands of dollars to
good objects. But am speaking now
of those who out of their pinched pow
erty help others-of such men as those
Christian missionaries at the west
who proclaim Christ to the people, one
of them, writing to the secretary in
New York, saying: 81 thank you fol-
tHdO pSor inv ycStclody VIC DdNe
had no meat in our house for three
months. We have suffered terribly
My children have no shoes this win.
ter" And of those people who have
only a half loaf of bread, but give 9
piece of it to others who are hungrier
and of those who have only a scuttlt
of coal, but help others to fuel, and
of those who have only a dollar in
their pocket and give 25 cents to some
body else, and of that father wht
wears a shabby coat, and of that moth
err who wears a faded dress, that theii
children may be well appareled. Yor
call them paupers or ragamuffins OF
emigrants. / call them heroes ant
heroines. You and / may not know
where they live or what their name is
God knows, and they have more angel!
lowering over them than you and
have, and they will have a higher seal
in Heaven. They may have only 6
cupful of cold water to give a pool