The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1881-11-10

0NllNHNI Nllu w NilN' WiNf WFiiNN
without friend, save one alone, 10 counsel
OF assist, n more than fdlmael, without one
sentiment sympathy In hls dcsolatlon, Is
the notorious inmate Of the Washington
Jail, whose pistol shot reverberatcd around
the world and made his name rs immortal
~ those Of Rayillac, Corde, Booth and
The Others, yet oil imperfumed with the
tincturo Of patriotism or the romance OF
loyalty that took somewhat from murder
oss intent tho stencil that fol-
lowed the powder explosion or the
bloody blade that did deaths work.
The excepted one friend is Guiteau's sis
tor who, standing thus by him in his mis-
fortune, reminds us of the tribute paid to
another sister whose poet brother thus
spake Of her;
Though tho day of my destiny's over.
And the star of my fate has declined,
Thy soft heart hath refused to discover
The faults that 80 many could find,
Though human thou did st not deceive me,
Though woman thou did'st not forsake,
Though hated, thou foreborest to grieve me-
Though slandered thou.never would st shake.
And this is characteristic and
illustrative of the devotion OF
woman in her relation to those to whom
she feels she should be true, from the.time
that loving Mother Eve left her paradisial
home to wander with the man that was
contemplate enough to seek to clear him
self from guilt by pointing out his wife as
the cause thereof although
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man, the hermit sighed, till woman
smiled"
Allhonor, say we, to Mrs. Scoville for thus
standing by the side of him, a wretch to all
the world, q brother to her. Animated by
the same spirit of devotion was the other
illustration as afforded by Mrs. Garfield at
the dying bedside of the husband to-
ward whose heart Guiteau had
sped the messenger of death.
And prominent in the woe of the widow
appeared another bereft one, England s
queen, who to-day while the mists Of even-
ing are gently falling over well-spent life,
grieves with our nations ward, and
who herself has shown her devotion to the
princeconsort by years Of abstinence from
all pleasures since hor husbands demise.
And thus, from the palaces Of queens, from
presidential mansions down into the hum
blest homes in the land, the world is as full
of womanly devotion, devotion as mothers,
as wives, as sisters, as is the dome above
with twinkling stars that come to cheer us
with their gladstone presence when all
around would otherwise be dark and drear.
1t is made. musical with the voice of affec-
ton, love and encouragement to husband
son, brother, though the songs have to be
sung in the hopelessness of a sick-room, or
at the PRISONS grating. ROBBED in the
charming glory ofthese heaven-born virtues
and encircled with the coronet of dut
there are Florence Nightingales and VII,
torias that tend the bivouac fires of despair
and are ever pressing forward i'll the
forlorn hope of rescuing some loved one
or endeavoring to alleviate the pains and
penalties they are powerless to avert, or ex-
haling through the finer crystals of their
feelings the cheering elixir of consolements,
or keeping in everlasting remembrance
thoughts of the lost whose images are en-
shrined in their Mecca hearts. This is true
woman in her devotion, whether as the
wife Of a king or the sister of an assassin,
whether in the spring of her youth or in the
leahess branch, the sere and yellow leaf of
age, and of whom Shakespeare said: GAL
though Time with his sickle can rob ruby
lips and sparkling eyes, let him reach as far
as he can, he cannot quite touch her true
tombn