Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1902-04-26


for woman. She can 90 again and again
| 10 hear such assaults. She is an awful crca-
| ture. and Won had better not come near
such i reeking ienress. She needs 10 ho
| washed. and FOR three weeks to be soaked
| in carho,ic acid and Tor a whole wear
! fumigatod. before she Is 1T for decent
society. While it Is not demanded that a
| woman oe \ Christian before marriage,
| she must have regard inr the Christian re-
| ligion or she Is bad woman and I'm
worthy of being your companion in life
charged with such stupendous solemn:ty
| and vicisstuieS.
What YOU want o man, IN wife. is
| not butterfly OF the sunshine. not a
| glggling nonentity. not a painted doll.
| not a gossiping @adanout not a mixture of
artificialities which leave YOU in doubt as
to where the humbug ends and the woman
begins. but an earnest soul, one that can
not only laugh when Won laugh. hut weep
when you weep. There will be wide. deep
graves in your path OF life, and YOU will
both want steadying when you come to
the verge OF them, ! tell You. When your
fortune fails YOU will want some one to
talk of treasures in heaven. and not charge
upon you with a bitter. Il told you So
As far as ! can analyze it. sincerity and
carnestness are the foundation of all
worthy wifehood. Get that. and you get
all. Fail to get that. and YOU get moth
ing but what you will wish you never had
got.
Don't make the mistake that the man
Of the text made in letting his eye settle
the question in which coolest Judgment
directed by divine wisdom are al-im-
portant. He who has no reason for his
wifely choice except pretty face Is like
man who should buy a farm because of
the dahlias in the front dooryard. Beauty
is talent. and when God gives it He in
tends It as benedlction upon womans
face. When the good Princess Of Wales
dismounted from the rail train last sum-
mer. and | saw her radiant face. | could
understand what they told me the day
before. that when at the great military
hospital where are now the wounded and
the sick from the Egyptian and other
wars. the Princess passed through. MI the
sick were cheered at her coming. and those
who could be reused neither by doctor nor
nurse from their stupor, would get up on
their elbows to look at her and wan and
wasted lips prayed an audible prayer:
God bless the Princess OF Wales. Doesn't
she look beautiful
But how uncertain - the tarrvIng of
beauty in n human countenancei Explosion
of kerosene lamp turns it into sacritiea-
ton. and scoundrel with one dash OF
vitriol may dispel it. or Time viii drive
his chariot wheels across that bright face.
cutting it up in deep ruts and gnllieS. But
there Is an eternal beauty on the face OF
some women. whom rough and uncal-
liant world may criticise as homelv: and
though their features may contradict all
the laws of Lavater on physiognomy. vet
they have graces OF soul that will keep
them attractive for time and glorious
through all eternity.
There are two or three circumstances
in which the plainest wife is a queen OF
beauty to her husband. whatever her
stature or profile. By financial panic or
betrayal OF business partner. the man goes
down. and returning 10 his home that
in disgrace forever; / care not whether
| live or die. II is an agitated story he
Is telling III the household that winter
night. He says: The furniture must
20. the house must go. the social
position must CO. and from being
sought for obseQuiously they must be
cold-shouldered everywhere. After he
ceases talking. and the wife has heard all
in silence. she says: rs that all: Why.
You had nothing when | married you. and
YOU have only come back to where You
started Ii You think that my happiness
and that of the children depend on these
trappings. YOU do not know me, though
we have lived together thirty years. Cod
is not dead. and the National Bank of
Heaven has not suspended payment, and
ii YOU don't mind. / don't care cent.
What little we need OF food and raiment
the rest of our lives we can get. and
don't propose TO sit down and NOPE and
groan. Mary, hand me that darnng-
needle. | declared l have forgotten to
she is busy at It he hears her hmmming
Newton's old hymn. Tomorrow"
The husband looks up in amaZement.
and says We'll well. you are the great
est woman j ever saw. l thought you
would faint dead away when | told you.'
And As he looks at her all the glories OF
physiognomy in the Court of Louis Nv.
on the modern ashton plates. are tame az
COMPARED with the superhuman splendors
OF that woman's face. Joan of Arc. Mary
Antoinette. and La Belle Hamilton. the
enchantment of the Court OF Charles Ii,
are nowhere.
There is another time when the plainest
wife Is queen OF beauty TO her husband.
She has done the work OF life She has
reared her children for God and heaven.
and though some OF them may be little
wild they will yet come back. for God has
promised. She is diving. and her husband
stands by. They think over all the vear-
OF their companionship. the weddings anil
the burials, the ups and the down, ihc
successes and the failures. They talk
over the goodness OF God and His faith
fulness to children's children. She has no
fear about going. The Lord has sustained
her so many years she would not dare to
dstrust Him now The lips Of both OF
them trembe as they say goodby and en-
courage each other about an early meeting
in better world. The breath is fecbler
and feebler, and stops. Are YOU sure of ii
Just hold that mirror at the mouth and
see il there is any vapor gathering on the
surface. Gone. As one OF the neighbors
takes the old man by the arm gently and
says; "Come. you had better go into the
next room and rest" he says: "Wait
moment; l must take one more look at
that face and at those hands," Beautiful.
Beautiful
NV friends, hope you do not cali that
death. That is an autumnal sunset That
is crystalline river pouring into a crys-
tai sea. That is the solo OF human life
overpowered by hallelujah chorus That is
a queens coronation. That is heaven.
That is the way my father stood at eighty.
two, seeing my mother depart at seventy.
nine. Perhaps so Your father and mother
went. l wonde- ii we will die as we'll
e ri Il