Vol. VI.—No. 27.
RALEIGH, N. C., JULY 11, 1912
A GOOD WIFE.
good wife is Heaven’s last, best gift to man, his angel and minister
of graces innumerable, his gem of many virtues; her voice his
sweetest music, her smiles his brighest day, her kiss the guardian
of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety, the balm of his
health; the sure balsam of his life; her industry his surest wealth,
her economy his sofest steward, her lips his faithful counselor, her
bosom the softest pillow of his cares, and her prayers the ablest
advocate of Heaven’s blessings on his head.
The woodman’s axe swings lighter, the heavy blows on the anvil have
more music than fatigue in them, the farmer whistles cheerfully over his plough,
the mechanic’s severest toil is lightened by a sweet refrain, when he knows
that his fair young bride is in sympathy with him, and while watching for his
return is providing daintily for his pleasure and comfort, eager to give him
To the artist at his easel come fairer visions to be transformed to canvas
because of the dear one presiding over his home.
The author in his study finds the dullest subjects clothed in freshness and
vigor because of the gentle critic to whom he can go for aid and encouragement.
The lawyer prepares his case with better-balanced energy, thinks more
clearly, pleads his cause with more effective eloquence, inspired by the cheering
words uttered as he goes to his labors by the young wife whose thoughts he is
assured will follow his work with her judicious, tranquilizing sympathy.
The physcian in his daily rounds among the sick and suffering knows there
is one, now all his own, praying for his success, and this knowledge so fills his
being that his very presence by the sick bed has healing in it.
The young pastor in his efforts to minister to the Spiritual wants of his
flock will speak peace to the troubled souls committed to his trust with far
more zeal and tenderness for the love that will smile on him when he returns
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