Around the World with Josiah Allen's Wife by Marietta Holley (life changing books TXT) 📗

in taking up collections, etc., or in worldly affairs,” (Elder Cross is real rich, he keeps a hen dairy).

Sez Arvilly, “If you should depend on prayer alone to keep your big shanghai rooster from fightin’ the little bantys I guess you would be apt to have considerable of a wake in your hen-yard. And you don’t kneel down and shet your eyes and pray for your young turkeys and chickens when a pair of big wicked hawks are swoopin’ down on ’em or a heavy thunder-storm comin’ on. No, you drive your little onprotected broods into the first shelter you can find and go at the old hawks with a club. Not that I approve of fightin’,” sez Arvilly, “but there is a time to pray and a time to use a horsewhip; our Lord, who was and is our divine example, prayed thy kingdom come, and then helped it to come by driving out the money-changers, and them that defiled the temple. He might have prayed for them to be driv 461 out and then folded his hands and waited for the millennium. But He didn’t, nor He didn’t say that human nature wuz too hard to handle, and that evil things had got to be changed gradual. He didn’t take their rich gifts, He didn’t make ’em church wardens, nor hang their pictures up in college halls to stimulate young men to go and do likewise. And that is what ministers of our Lord and his disciples want to do to-day, to drive out of the temple and the country the fat thieves that infest it, and the sanctified rascals wearin’ sheep’s clothin’. They have got a powerful whip in a consecrated ballot that will drive the thieves out and make them disgorge their ill-gotten gains.”

Elder Cross wuz agitated; the argument wuz driving him into a corner where he didn’t want to stand; he turned the conversation:

“This is a great work dear brother White is doing, but some criticise the idea of his opening the house of God every evening for amusements as well as prayer. Some don’t believe in mingling secular things with sacred.”

Sez Arvilly, “What is more sacred to the Lord than a saved soul, a lost one redeemed, a prodigal brought back. What headway is one church opened three hours a week goin’ to make aginst twenty saloons open every day and night.” Arvilly begun to be powerful agitated and I spoke up quick, for I knew how hash she wuz when she got to goin’, and I didn’t want this beautiful day marred by hashness even if it wuz deserved.

Sez I, “We all know how much good the church has done in the past. And now that the churches are beginning to band themselves together, and vote as they pray, this enormous force of righteousness is going to be victorious over sin and darkness, and the Saloon and the Canteen, the licensed houses of shame, monument of woman’s degradation, the unjust monopoly, the high fence separating the few enormously rich from the masses of the suffering, starving poor, will all have to fall. Christ did not die in vain,” sez 462 I, “nor the blood of the martyrs has not been in vain. The Lord has promised and he will fulfill.”

“God speed that day!” sez Elder Cross shettin’ his eyes and claspin’ his hands.

“Amen!” sez I.

But I hearn Arvilly behind me mutter, “You’ll have to open your old eyes, Elder, and go to work, or you won’t have much hand in it.”

But I guess he didn’t hear her.

Well, goin’ home that night, my heart sung for joy a anthem, more than a ordinary sam tune. The bright moonlight rested on the democrat and my pardner, and gilded the way in front of us, and further off we could see it lay on the lake, and it seemed to make a silver path on it. Life seemed worth livin’, the cold waves of death seemed lit up with a heavenly glow, the hosts of evil seemed to back off before the Angel of Deliverance.

I don’t spoze that from Maine to Florida, or from Jonesville to San Francisco there wuz a happier Thanksgivin’ party than we had. Havin’ such sights and sights of things to be thankful for, I laid out as I say to begin to be thankful before candle light in the mornin’ and keep it up all day long till bed time, and so I did.

It wuz a lovely day, the sun shone into our bedroom winder through the beautiful knit fringe, made by my own hands, and rested on me lovin’ly as I combed my hair in front of the lookin’-glass. There had been a fall of snow the night before, as if nater had done her best for the occasion and spread her white ermine down for the feet of the angel, Thanksgivin’.

Philury got breakfast most ready by candle light, and I’d been bein’ thankful ever since she put the tea kettle over.

“Josiah,” sez I, “do you realize what a glorious day this is and how much, how much we have to be thankful for?”

He had broke one of his shue strings and wuz bent down breathin’ kinder hard and tusslin’ with it and his answer 463 wuzn’t what I could wished it wuz. But I knowed that it wuz because the blood had rushed to his head. He got it tied up in a few minutes and eat his breakfast with a splendid appetite. Philury had good tender lamb chops and baked potatoes and light muffins and a fragrant cup of coffee, and Josiah recovered his usual flow of sperits before we got half through. And we read together a chapter out of The Book, and Josiah made a prayer full of thankfulness that come from his very heart for the blessings of home and love and all the precious gifts the Father bestowed on us durin’ the year.

The children come early and brought some lovely presents to us. We make a practice of givin’ presents in our own family Thanksgivin’, for it always seemed so kinder appropriate that while we wuz givin’ thanks we might just as well give a few more. And their presents to us wuz just what we wanted and ourn to them proved to be just what they wanted. Of course it wuzn’t all a happen; we had throwed out hints and perspected round as well as we could before we selected ’em, kinder throwed out the line of wonder and surmises, and ketched opinions and wishes on it.

At ten A.M. we all got into two big sleighs and went to Jonesville to meetin’. It wuz a union meetin’ and Elder White wuz chose to preach the Thanksgivin’ sermon. It wuz a beautiful discourse, it come from the depths of a thankful, lovin’ Christian heart and went right to ourn.

The party I had invited went home with us from the meetin’-house, Philury had the house all warm and it wuzn’t long before we had dinner ready, of course we had got everything cooked we could the day before.

The dinner, though of course I ortn’t to say it, but they all said, and of course it must be so, they said it wuz the best Thanksgivin’ dinner that wuz ever cooked in this world, and Josiah whispered to me as he helped himself to the third helpin’ of turkey and dressin’, that he knowed that there 464 never wuz such a meal cooked in Jupiter or Mars or any other planet.

But I whispered back, it wuzn’t safe to say such things, sez I. “Most probably they have many and lots of things we don’t know anything about.”

“Manny!” sez he, “how would manny show off by the side of this dressin’?” and he took another spunful.

I spoze my dressin’ duz go ahead of most, though it hain’t made me hauty. Well, how happy everybody wuz; how good they looked to me and I to them, I knew it by their liniments. How the children doted on me and their Pa, how dear little Tommy hung round us. How softened down Arvilly wuz by her happiness in havin’ Waitstill back agin, but still she kep’ her faculties from rustin’, and sold two books that day for presents, and one to Elder Minkley for a Sabbath School prize.

How adorable Waitstill looked in her pretty cashmere gown of pale violet color with white roses at her bosom and belt, she had throwed off her black as a reasonable widder should, I never approved of mournin’ for one man whilst weddin’ another, that is mournin’ in public in crape and weeds. I don’t believe she had a black rag on her, she might you know if she had been sly have put a black bindin’ on her petticoat or a black pocket. I remember the Widder Doodle did, but I never approved of it. No, mournin’ weeds are right in their place, and orange blossoms in theirn, but I never believed in mixin’ the two.

Down deep in Waitstill’s heart, hid from every eye but the one who made that heart, wuz a place where her thought must retire into now and then and weep. Yes, I knowed that whilst her loyal love and respect and reverence wuz all given to the man she loved, who wuz strong, her thought would anon or oftener have to go into that sombry room and weep for the young lover who wuz weak, but whose weakness would never have blossomed into crime had not his country hung the Sodom apple before his eyes and his 465 weak appetite yielded to it, had overthrown the labor and efforts of years, tempted him with low temptations that had been stronger than love, stronger than religion, stronger than life. All his life long he had fought against inherited tastes as they fought with wild beasts at Ephesus, and he would have come off conqueror had it not been for licensed evils and the weaknesses in high and low places that permitted it to be.

Yes, into that closely locked, sombry chamber I knowed that Waitstill would go alone and stay there for quite a spell. But after a time I mistrusted the sweet peace and happiness of her life would be such that she would go seldomer and make shorter visits when she did go. And its black gloom would be lighted by tones of living love and gleams of light and warmth from tender eyes. And I hoped that the time would come when dimpled baby fingers would gently bar the doorway and she wouldn’t go there to stay for any length of time.

Well, the happy company stayed till nine p.m., when they departed with many pleasant and loving words, I being thankful every minute of the time, even when I see ’em drive off. You know sometimes as glad as you are to have company, and as well as you like ’em, you are kinder glad to set down quiet, and think over all the happy time, and rest your head.

Well, the next day after Thanksgivin’, early in the afternoon, Josiah said he had got to go over to Jonesville, and proposed that I should ride over with him. He said the mair kinder needed shuein’, and sez he, “We might bring Tommy home with us, for there wuzn’t any school Saturday, and he could stay over Sunday with us.”

It duz seem now as if we can’t help settin’ a little more store by Tommy than we do by the other grandchildren. But it better not be told I said it, it would make feelin’s amongst the rest.

Well, we made lovely calls on the children, and got 466 Tommy, who wuz more than willin’ to come, and returned home about ten a.m., Tommy settin’ between us and drivin’ the mair, Thomas J. and Maggie sayin’ they would drive over Sunday night after him and take tea with us.

We stopped at the post-office, and Tommy run in and got three letters for me, two on ’em which I opened and read when I first got home, whilst Josiah and Tommy drove over to Deacon Henzy’s on a errent. As I say I read two on ’em, but of the third one more anon. One of my letters wuz from Cousin John Richard, who had gone back to Victor workin’ for his Lord in his own appointed way, teachin’ the young, comfortin’ the aged, and exhortin’ the strong, helpin’ to bear the burdens of the weak, and doin’ it all in the name of Him who is invisible, waitin’ patient till the summons should be sent him to go home to his own land, for the Bible sez that “them that do such things show plainly that they seek a country.”

Fur acrost that dark continent from another oasis like Victor beginnin’ to be illuminated with the white light beamin’ from the uplifted cross, come a message to me from another consecrated missionary and child of