The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1871-11-15

nation of poet, and the eloquent, "pen
of q ready writer can ruffie the placid
surface Of your pharaisaical soul, and
stir with the sharp spear OF remorse
the dark and turbid waters Of your con-
science; then you can only e1claim, as
Won Law the volume down: ut biteth
like q serpent and stingeth like an
adder"
After all "said and DONE" the one idea
of our censor land since he has but one,
| it is a pity it couldn't at least claim the
merit Of originality is that ancient and
weather-beaten fossil, which has from
time immemorial been handed down as
the most precious heirloom of co0ards
and idiots, that "woman's only security
lies in absolute ignorance" Not only
must she not dare to lift her voice in
pleading pity for an erring sister, but
She must absolutely ignore the very
existence of any woman less immaculate
than herself. There is a great deal Of
nonsensical, not to say disgusting, cant
extant among men about "spotless lily
hood" angelic purity" and hack:
neyed string of other equally absurd
impossibilities. Why they should desire
to transform US into angels am at a
loss to determine, for creature of an
gelic mould would scarcely prove a
proper mate for even the best of them;
and for my own part, / would infinitely
prefer to be pure, true, loving, earnest
ly-working Christian womdn. If we can
but mould ourselves to that type here,
we have the word that changeth not"
that hereafter we shall be "as the angels
in heaven" The fair and spotless lilies
in the field are lovely and beautiful in
the place. and for the purpose that God
made them; but for their counterparts,
the fair lilies of the fashionable field, my
ambition soareth not to seek their level,
albeit Solomon in all his glory was
not arrayed like one Of these"
1t is often said that men are more
charitable towards that unhappy class
than women. l grantit. God pity the
poor wretches if they were not! They
are more liberal, more kind, more for.
giving, more noble; yet still, with all
due Difference to the masculine persua'
sion," / must venture the opinion that
their unassisted efforts will never &C
complsh anything gigantic in the re
formation of fallen woman. 1t is
,oon.an's york, and must be done BY her,
if it is ever done at all. Therefore,
should every just and generous man,
every true and loyal-hearted woman
extend to the author of my Roses" the
warm grasp Of welcome, and bid her
God speed" She is one OF a noble
band, who would rather save from death
zone Of these little ones" than to wear
the gems of royalty. For such a re-
ward they can well endure censure and
reproach, and contumely, if happy
they may gather even a very little band
of these lost and helpless ones, and
bring them back to life and peace, and
hope, and the browning glory of their
souls would be at last to stand before
the great. white throne" and, meekly
presenting those wandering lambs
whom they had gathered to the fold. to
say Here, Lord, am | and the children
whom thou has given me-!
To the author of my Roses" as to
every champion Of womanhood in our
land, | extend the hand of greeting,
with fervent God bless you" High
or low, rich or poor, let every true and
faithful woman work according to her
gifts. "if thou hast much, give plente.
ously; if thou hast little, do thy dill
gence gladly to give Of that little" 80
shall your days pass beneath the ra'
diant smile of God, within the green
pastures of divine content, and beside
the still waters of abiding peace; and
so, at last, shall you meet with the re-
sounding song Of welcome:
Our Savior's faithful few,
Come home;
Hearts tender, brave and true,
Come home
Tender to dry the lost ones tear;
Brave, to defy the worlds cold sneer;
True, with kind, hopeful words to cheer
Come home
From lordly castle hall,
Come home;
Bright, reigning the queen OF all,
Come home!
Princely, in thought, and word and deed;
True to her In her hour OF need
Come home!
Meek follower of the Lamb,
Come home;
Crowned with the victor's palm,
Come home!
Nojewels bring We, cleaning bright;
But humbly in the Masters sight,
Ye freely gave "the widows mite"
Come home!
Whitc-robed, and crowned with light,
Come home!
To mansions fair and bright,
Come home!
To God the Father, safe from harms;
To God, the spirits restfu charms;
To Uy dear Elder Brothers dInls-
Come home!
LIDE MERIWETHER.
RHEA SPRINGS, October ID, 1871.