Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-12-11

He passed ON to the other side of the hall,
and there was the study, table in the centre
of the floor with stationary upon it, book
shelves built long ranges of new volumes;
far beyond the reach of the means OF the
young pastor, many of these volumes.
Again, this women of the text was great
in her behavior under trouble. Her only
son had died ON her lap. A very bright
light went out in that household. The
says: "He sat on her knee until noon and
then he died. Y1t the writer goes on to
say that she. exclaimed, at IS Iwell.Y
Great in psosksElty this Woman vas =.
Where are the feet that have not been
blistered by the hot sands of this great
Sahara? Where are the shoulders that
hove not bent under the bur-
den of grief? Where is the ship sailing
over CLASSY sea that has not been caught
in a cyclone? Where is the garden Of
earthly comfort but trouble hath hitched
up its fiery and painting tongue and gone
disaster? Under the pelting of ages of
suffering the great heart of the world has
burst with woe. Navigators tell us about
the rivers and the canyon and the Danube
and the Mississippi which have been ex-.
plored, but who can tell the depth or the
length of the great river OF sorrow made up
of the tears and blood rolling through all
lands and all ages, bearing the wreck of
families and of communities and OF EN-
pires, foaming, writhing, boiling with the
agonies of 6,OO0. Etna, CotopaXi and
Vesuvius have been described, but who
has ever sketched the volcano of suffering
reaching up from its depths. the lava and
the scoria and pouring them down the
-. 90 fhnlY natI /
could gather all the heart strings, the
broken heart strings into a harp, would
play on it dirge such as was never sound.
ed. Mythologists tell us OF Gorgon and
Centaur and Titan and geOlogists tells US of
extinct
Species of Monsters,
but greater than gOrgon or megatherium
and not belonging to the realm OF fable,
and not of an extinct species, monster
iron Jaw and a hundred iron hoOfs has
walked across the nations and history and
poetry and sculpture in their attempt to
sketch it and describe it have seemed to
sweat great drops OF blood. But thank God
there are those who can conquer, as this
woman Of the text conquered, and say;
at is we'll" Though my property be
gone, though my children be gone, though
my home be broken up, though my health
be sacrificed, ii is well, it is well! There
is no storm at sea but Christ is ready to
rise in the hinder part OF the ship and
crush it, There is no darkness but the con-
stellation of Gods eternal love can illum-
inc il, and though the winter comes out OF
the northern sky, you have sometimes seen
that northern sky all ablaze with auroras,
which seem to say: Come up this way;
up this way are thrones OF light and seas
of sapphire and the splendor OF an eternal
heaven. Come up this way
"We may like the ships, by tempest be tossed
On periOus deeps, but cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrage the wind and the tide
The promise assures us the LORD will provide"
Again, this woman OF my text was great
in her application to domestic duties. Ev-
cry picture is home picture, whether she
is entertaining an Elisha or whether she is
giving careful attention to
Her Sick Boy,
or whether she is appealing for the resto-
ration OF her property. Every picture in
her case is home picture. Those are not
deciples of this Shunenite woman, who,
going out to attend to outside charities
neglect the duty of home-the duty OF
wife, Of mother, of daughter. No faithful
ness in public benefaction can ever atone
for domestic negligence. There has been
many a mother who by indefatigable toll
has reared large family of children, equip
ping them for the duties of life with good
manners and large intelligence and Chris
tian principle, starting them out, who has
done more tor the world than many a
woman whose name has sounded through
all the lands and through all the centuries.
remember when Kossuth was in this
country there were some ladies who
senting him very gracefully with
boQuetS of flowers on public
occasions; but what was all that compared
with the work of the plain Hungarian
mother who gave to truth and civilization
and cause of universal liberty Kossuth?
Yes, this woman of my text was great in
her simplicity. When this prophet wanted
to reward her for her hospitality by asking
some preferment from the King, what did
she say? She declined it. She said: II
dwell among my own people," as much as
to saw: II am satisfied with my lot; all
want is my family and my friends around
me; dwell among my own people, Oh,
what rebuke to the strife for precedence
in all ages How many there are who want
to get great architecture, and homes fur
nished with all art, all painting, all statu-
ary, who have not enough taste to dlstln,
guish between Gothic and Byzantine, and
who could not tell figure in plaster OF
Paris from Palmer's white Captive" and
would not know boys penciling from
Bierstadts Yosemite Men who buy
large libraries by the square foot, buying
these libraries when they have hardly
enough education to pick out the day OF the
month in the almanac! Oh, how many
there are striving to have things as well as
their neighbors, or better than their neigh
bors; and in the struggle vast
Fortunes are Exhausted
and business firms thrown into bank.
ruptcy, and men OF reputed honesty rush
into astounding forgeries. OF course say
nothing against refinement or culture,
splendOr OF abode, sumptuousness OF diet,
layishness in art, neatness in apparel
there is nothing against them in the Bible
or out of the Bible. God does not want US
| to prefer q mud-hovel to an English cot
tsge or untanned sheepskin to French
| broadcloth, or husks to pineapple or the
| clumsiness of boOr to the manners oil a
gentleman. God, who strung the beach
with tinted shells and the grass Of the fields
with the dews of the night, and hath ex,
| quisitely tinged the morning cloud and
robin redbreast wants US to keep our eye
| open to all beautiful sights and our ear open
| to all beautiful cadence and our heart open
| to all elevating sentiments. But, what /
want to impress upon you, my hearers, Is
that you ought not TO inventory the lu1u.
ries OF life among the indispensables, and
you ought not to depreciate this woman OF
the text who, when offered kingly prefer.
ment, responded, Il will dwell among my
own people.
Yea, this woman of the text was great IL
her piety. Just read the chapter after you
go home. Faith in God, and she was not
ashamed to talk about il before idolaters.
All, woman will never appreciate what she
owes to Christianity until she knows and
| sees the degradation of her sex under
| Paganism and Mohammedanism. Her very
birth considered misfortune.
Sold Like Cattle
| on the shambles. Slave OF all work and at
| last, her body fuel for the funeral pyre oil
her husband. Above the shrek OF the
fre-worshippers in India and above the
rumbling Of the juggernauts / hear the
| million voices groan Of wronged, insulteo'
broken-hearted, doSn-trodden woman;
| Her tears have fallen in the Nile and
j Tigris, the LaPlata and on the steppes OF
1 Tartary. She has been dishonored in Turk'
| ish garden and Persian palace and Spanish
alhambra. Her little ones have been sacrI
| feed in the Indies and the Ganges
| There is not grave or dungeon or an
i island or a mountain Or @ river or lake oil