“Nay, then,” said Mercy, “I will look no more on him, for I purpose never to have a clog to my soul.”  A pungent resolve for every husband to read and to think to himself about, who has married a wife with a soul.  Let all husbands who have such wives halt here and ask themselves with some imagination as to what may sometimes go on, at communion times, say, in the souls of their wives.  It is not every wife, it is true, who has a soul to clog; but some of our wives have.  Well, now, let us ask ourselves:  How do we stand related to their souls?  Do our wives, when examining the state of their souls since they married us, have to say that at one time they had hoped to be further on in the life of the soul than they yet are?  And are they compelled before God to admit that the marriage they have made, and would make, has terribly hindered them?  Would they have been better women, would they have been living a better life, and doing far more good in the world, if they had taken their maidenly ideals, like Mercy, for a husband?  Let us sometimes imagine ourselves into the secrets of our wives’ souls, and ask if they ever feel that they are unequally and injuriously yoked in their deepest and best life.  Do we ever see a tear falling in secret, or hear a stolen sigh heaved, or stumble on them at a stealthy prayer?  A Roman lady on being asked why she sometimes let a sob escape her and a tear fall, when she had such a gentleman of breeding and rank and riches to her husband, touched her slipper with her finger and said:  “Is not that a well-made, a neat, and a costly shoe?  And yet you would not believe how it pinches and pains me sometimes.”

But some every whit as good women as Mercy was have purposed as nobly and as firmly as Mercy did, and yet have wakened up, when it was too late, to find that, with all their high ideals, and with all their prudence, their husband is not in himself, and is not to them, what they at one time felt sure he would be.  Mercy had a sister named Bountiful, who made that mistake and that dreadful discovery; and what Mercy had seen of married life in her sister’s house almost absolutely turned her against marriage altogether.  “The one thing certain,” says Thomas Mozley in his chapter on Ideal Wife and Husband, “is that both wife and husband are different in the result from the expectation.  Age, illness, an increasing family, no family at all, household cares, want of means, isolation, incompatible prejudices, quarrels, social difficulties, and such like, all tell on married people, and make them far other than they once promised to be.”  When that awakening comes there is only one solace, and women take to that supreme solace much more often than men.  And that solace, as you all know, is true, if too late, religion.  And even where true religion has already been, there is still a deeper and a more inward religion suited to the new experiences and the new needs of life.  And if both husband and