The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-06-09

wife scatters IL. He Is fretted at from
the moment he enters the door until
he comes out of 1.-THE cxasperations
of business life augmented by the
exaspcrations of domestic life. Such
heartbreaking trouble, and they
would have long ago gone into APP
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
day, made such by their wives. That
is not poetry; that is prose. But the
wrong is generally in the opposite di-
rection. You would not have to go
far TO find n wife whose life is n per-
petual martyrdom-someth heav-
Ter than the stroke of n fist, unkind
words; staggering home at midnight
and constant maltreatment, which
have left her only wreck of what
she was on that day when in. the
midst of n brilliant assemblage the
vowswere taken, and full organ played
the wedding march, and the carriage
rolled away with the benediction of
the people. What was the burning
of Latimcr and Ridley at the stake
compared with this? Those men soon
became unconscious in the fire, but
there is a 30 years martyrdom, a 80
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 the
swollen brow the blood struck out in
n midnight carousal. Bending over
the battered and bruised form of him
who when he took her from her
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 pawnbrolier's
shop gets the last decent dress. Some
day, desiring to evoke the story of
her sorrows, you say: well, how
are you getting along now?" and,
rallying her trembling voice and
quieting her quiyering lip, she says:
pretty well, / thank you; pretty
we'll" She never will tell you. In the
lelirium 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 n garland for the
victor, put il on that pale brow!
When she is dead the neighbors will
beg linen to make her a shroud, and
she will be carried out in IL plain box,
with no silver plate to tell her years,
for she has lived 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
|, one carriage to carry the orphans
aud the two Christian women who
presided over the obscquies.
But there is flash, and the opening
of Celestial door and shout: Lift
up your head we everlasting gate, and
let her come int" And Christ will
step forth and say: "Come in. Ye
suffered for me on earth; be glorified
with me in Heaven" What is the
highest throne in Heaven? You say:
"The throne of the Lord God Almighty
and the Lamb" No doubt about it.
What is the next highest throne in
Heaven? While / speak it seems to
me it will be the throne of the drunk
ards wife, il 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 tens 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 for
that $25. Until yesterday we have
months. We have suffered terribly.
My children have no shoes this win
ter" And of those people who have
only half loaf of bread. but give n
piece of it to others who are hungrier,
and of those who have only scuttle
of coal, but help Others to fuel, and
OF those who have only n dollar in
their pocket and give 25 cents to some
body else, and Of that father who
wears shabby coat, and of that moth
err who wears a faded dress, that their
children may be well appareled. You
call them paupers or ragamufiins or
emigrants. l call them heroes and |
heroines. You and / may not know
where they live or what their name is.
God knows, and they have more angels |
lowering over them than you and / |
have, >an9 they will have higher seat |
in Heaven. They may have only a
cupful OF cold water to give poor
traveller or may have only picked q
splinter from under the nail of q
child's finger or have put only two
mites into the treasury, but the Lord |
knows them. Considering what they |
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