Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1877-11-24

his regular appointments are the
first and third Sundays in each
month.
While attending preaching at As
bury last Sunday / met one of my
old schoolmates whom I had not
seen for a long time. His kindly
face brought up many pleasant rec
objections of our school-days. To me
the meeting of schoolmates after we
have left the protecting roof of the
old school-house and our teachers
kindly care is the sweetest in life.
Schoolmates, our paths have and no
doubt will still lead us in many diff
ferent directions but it is my fer
vent wish that, in whatever direc-
tions they may lead, they will cross
often, and at last lead each and ev-
cry one into "the straight and mar
row way" that leadeth to the "house
not made with hands," which the
Great Master has prepared for those
that love him.
"Why do summer roses fade ?''
The swinging frosts we've had for
the last few nights are enough to
make one the least logically inclined
ask the counter question, "Why was
such a question ever propounded ?"
That they fade because we leave
them unprotected, and Jack Frost
kisses their tender, blushing cheeks
and his breath proves blasting, is
fact ''as invisible as the nose on
mans face. And so with the roses
of happiness that deck our youths
bright summer. They bloom fresh
ly and brightly for us, blessing us
with their fragrance while we keep
them close and shielded from harm;
but ere long we become burdened
with the cares of this life and neglect
the precious flowers in our keeping.
and before we are aware of it they
are blasted by the chilling winds
and biting frosts of the world. We
feel the void and eagerly clasp them
once more. Vain! for 10! where
erst the sweet roses were are only
withered leaves and mould, blasted
through our own neglect. Only the
sweet remembrance fingers, and,
like tombs, mark the place where
buried hopes lie sleeping. If taken
Alright they will be as bright spires
pointing us upward, reminding us
to obey the Fathers command and
freely sow seed of the Kingdom,
which will bear flowers and fruits of
everlasting happiness, which the
faithful will enjoy with the prom
Use of eternal life in the world to
come. How much misery do some
people makes for themselves by re-
fusing the blessings which are, as it
were, daily thrust upon them. That
which they have they count as moth
ing until tits lost; then their eyes
are suddenly opened to the priceless
value of the treasure lost then they
cry out against the Fates, rend their
garments, cover themselves with
sackcloth and ashes of sickly senti-
mentalism, and there they sit in the
"slough of despond," while there is
other work and other blessings wait
ing, only they are perversely blind,
having eyes they see not. My dear
lady, did you ever read one of John
Ruskin's lectures, 1.-THE Mystery of
Life and its Arts?' Every woman
in the land should read it, and let
the sweet lesson sink deep in their
hearts and bear fruits worthy of the
lesson. If Mrs. V. Woodruff and
her misguided clan would peruse it
and humbly consider the picture of
gentleness and true womanIy digni-
ty it presents, perhaps they would
prefer swaying the stainless sceptre
of pure and glorious womanhoOd to
losing their identity, becoming te-
male men, and ruling the united
kingdoms of the earth by uoti2g at
HepoHs. Misguided women! WOm-
ans rights! Yes, woman has rights
holy rights-which she need not
fear will ever be wrested from her.
But those rights are not in the pO-
litical field; not in ruling man,
whom (she will find if she study the
Scriptures) God in his wisdom and
kindness to her sex has made ''the
head of the woman" She is mad
indeed who would entail on her sex
the cares and turmoil of political
life; she who has already her life's
work to do if she will but do it,
Woman has her kingdom, too, and
that kingdom is her home, and
through her home influence she can
sway the sceptre of nations if she
us0 that rightly; but woe to her if,
forgetting her sacred mission and
Iured by a false light, she strays
from the path of duty to reyel in
ambitious, airy halls" Surely, too
surely will her fate be that Of poor
wicked Belshazzar, and perhaps in
the zenith of her glory she will see,
as it were, the burning words, "He- |
ne, meme, tekey ,lphGssia" written on
the walls of the temple in which she |
wOrshipped and which, to her blind
ed sight, were passing beautiful.
And her husband, children, parents !
those who should have been dear |
est to her-will they "rise up and |
call her blessed 2" and the place she
should have blessed with her light |
and presence, while she was going |
round lecturing, speechifying and
voting, etc, will it be called home or
"La terra dogndt1 ?'' But I've said |
quite enough for the present to show |
that I'm a thorough anti-woman's |
rights man (?) according to the
WOOdhullic persuasion, and so Will
close.