The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-06-24
The Judgment shroud.

A young lady at the West wrote
a letter to the Chicago Tribune, in
quiring what will be the fashion of
the shrouds worn at the dav of
Judgment as she desires to have
one made so as to lie ready for that
event. The editor gives her the fol-
owing description of the article
which will be fashionable on that
day. We hope every one viii read
it:
will tell you what will be the
fashion Of the shrouds at the day of
Judgment 1t will be fashion which
came into vogue with Eve, and will
endure until the last woman has
suffered the last sorrow and shed
the last tear, 1t is a fashion indie
pendent Of time and caprice. 1t is a
fashion which confers inefable beau
ty and grace upon the wearer: and
yet few wear it. 1t is a fashion
which looks well in the enchantment
of the home circle, in the dingy
squalor of poverty, and by the side
of the dying. You cannot wear
this dress unless you are a lady-a
gentle-woman; let your life be gen
tie and sweet as the flowers; let your
love be pure as the snow; let your
faith be as firm as the rocks; let
your charity be all embracing as
the sun light. Recognize humani-
ty everywhere and in ali conditions.
BE true to yourself. Make home
the most blessed spot on earth, so
beautiful and attractive that none
of yours shall desire to leave it, and
that the wanderers shall always
look back to its beacon light as
their suret hope. Let your love
snd your prayers go with those of
the home circle, that they may know
that in the old home nest there is
love for them still, and that the same
arms which zOoGed them about
when their whole world was in your
eyes, still yearn to enfold them and
to comfort them in the sweet peace
of a mothers blessing.-Let the sick
listen with eager ears for the sound
of your quiet footballs, and the dy-
ing bless you, as they enter into the
shadows of that land, so FAR away
from US that we cannot see it, so
near to them that their eyes are
blinded with its glory. Let your as
piratiOns always be pure, and your
friendship a pearl not to be bestow-
ed upon every seeker. Be sensi-
tive only to be right; proud only to
be unselfsh. Be geLtle and tender
to all things which breathe the breath
of Gods life. Rule like Mary, and
serve like Martha, plucking the flow
er Of queenliness from the thorns
of submission. Be woman in all
wOmanly things, commanding man
ly respect by Womanly prerogatiye.
This should be the fashion of your
shroud, my dear, when Gabriel blows
his trumpet. And wearing this pat
tern of shroud it makes but little
difference whether you die to-day OF
tomorrow. Clothed in these gar
ments, it matters little whether YOU
sleep under marble obelisk, or in an
unknown grave; whether you take
the last farewell from the hands and
lips of those around you, or close
your tired eyes alone; whether you
find rest among the sea-tangles and
corals, or under the familiar flow
ers of home, which you have loved
through your life, and which will
repay that love by clothing your
turf with their beauty and fragrance.
Each one of us is weaving his or
her shroud as we go along in life.
Weave into it only good deeds and
good works and gentle graces, faith
at the Cross and hope at the Sep
ulchre, and you viii be in fashion
when Gabriel sounds his trumpet,
and we all say goodbye to this dear.
old world, which Is so beautiful and
pleasant.