The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1908-01-18
Home Circle
A sermon to Husbands.

We r not a minister, or even the
son Of a minister, so pardon us IL we
make a dismal failure in our first at.
tempt to preach a sermon. You will
find our text in the bible. 1t is not
necessary to give the chapter and
verse, but look for it. In brief 1t Is
this: Spend some OF your evenings al
home with your wife and children. Ii
you have an amiable, gentle wife,
surely your home must be a pleasant
one, but if, from increasing cares or
other reasons, she has grown fretful or
sullen, who knows but a little more
attention or kindness on your part
might do a great deal towards the re-
turn of the amiability you SO much
admired in her girlhsOd. If you
would stay at home Oftener evenings,
treating her with something Of the
old tenderness, making her believe,
at least, that you are not wholly in
Different to her happiness, you would
soon see a change for the better in
your household.
She has not forgotten the time, II
you have, (not very long ago, perhaps)
when her sLciety was all you asked
for to make the long evenings pass de-
lightfully away. Loving you as she
did, she would have gone on through
life in the same quiet way, c%Ontented
and happy But, alas, you soon grew
tired of the same room eveaing after
evening, the same easy chair, and the
SaddeSt of all, weary of the society Of
your wife-impatient Of the restraints
of home, longing for a change. So
you spend your evenings away, meet
ing many gay, companiOnable fellows,
who entertain you with wit, song and
wine, and you fancy yourself delight
ed and charmed. Perhaps there are
moments of reflection, whom con-
science seems whispering to you of the
pure, holy influences of home which
you have so reckleSsly and unfeelingly
cast away from you. Your lonely
wife sits by the fireSlde, watching and
waiting for your return through the
hours that drag slowly along, listen
ing eagerly to every football, starting
at every sound, fearing, she knows
not what, yet conscious always OF the
weary heartache that seems wearing
her life away.
Evening after evening she watches
your preparations for departure, hop
ing, meanwhile, you will relent and
stay at home with her. But you
hastily don your hat and coat, turn
ing your back ~reSulutely towards her,
fearing to encounter that gaze of
wistful entreaty, for you know she is
watching you, with tears silently roll
ing down her pale cheeks. You know
it, still you do not think best to notice
it, for you diSlikeS a Scene. Tears
annoy you exceedingly, SO you close
the door, perhaps with a bang, trying
hard to feel very indignant towards
her for daring to weep, even behind
your back. So the lonely wife brush
eS away the falling tears, and sits
down with bitterness In her heart, so
compare the last years of her married
life to those first ones, made so bright
and happy by her husbands love and
presence. Sometimes softer feelings
fill her heart, and she dreams Of that
dear old home she left for this one
the home that sheltered her child
hood and youth; and as she thinks of
her beloved parents, her brothers and
sisters, the light, the warmth and
love in the Old homestead, no wonder
she bows her head and weepS by her
lonely tireSide, like a grieved, home
sick Child. OF course nc husbands in
this community act ia this manner;
if they did we would suggest that
their wives read to them this sc, mon
as 50 near the beginning Of a new
year is a good time to begin a change.
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