St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-04-07


scene of delight to the eye. Nothing superior
to it has been recorded in this city. There
were numerous reponses to toasts, the most
formal and elaborate of which was that of Col.
?. Donan, which was nearly as foil ows:
Mr.. Chairman and Sir knights, Ladies and
Gentlemen:
There are three subjects, a glorious trinity
of themes-Dakota, women, and the press
for any one or all of which am ready to
WELD tongue, pen or sword, whenever and
wherever occasion may demand it; and the
greater of these is women. | stoutly differ
with the philosiphic poet maXimist, l main
tain that ''the proper study of mankind is
woman" and, as general thing, the more
fellow studies her, the less he knows about
her.
The woman is the glory of the mani Corin-
thians, xi, z.
Oh, woman! Whose form and whose soul
Are the spell and the light Of each faith we
pursue;
Whether scorched in the tropics, or chilled at
the pole,
If woman be there, there is happiness too.
Very frequently in horn.
-Pslam, clxxXvii 29S.
Woman! Rarest and fairest of Jehovah's
earthly handiwork; even Omnipitence had to
rest after manufacturing her-Qt was late
Saturday afternoon, and Sunday came right
them Last being of Gods creation; made
after the earth, the birds and flowers, sun,
moon and stars, man, monkeys and angels
an improvement on them all. Sole femi-
nine spirit of the universe. AS a sweet
heart, wife, mother, and-er-ah-I have
understood-mo ther-in-law, she is unrivaled.
The very first
OF human life must spring from woman's
breast;
Our first small words are taught us from her
lips,
Our first tears quenched by her, and our last
signs
Too often breathed out in q woman's hearing,
When men have shrunk from the ignoble task
Ofwatching the last hour of him who led them.
Without her, what would our beautiful earth
have beenl The world was sad-the garden
was a wild; and man, the hermit, sighed
(and dug his potatoes in silence and solitude)
till woman smiled. Without her, who
wonld have been our grandmother! Think
of having a man for a mamma or a wet
nurse. Imagine a great, clumsy, bearded
monster tying up little stumped toes, and
bathing tiny smashed noses. Ugh! the idea
is too hideous for further contemplation.
Brother man, when in the silent hours of
night, you bow beside yonr cOuch-if, in
these days of Beecher and Bob Ingersoll, you
are ever guilty of so commendabe a trick
to say, "Now, Il lay me down to roost, ''thank
CoI f., hoe ,rln ba hat
but for her, would have been a vast, spinning,
whirling prison house of uncouth, hairy
satyrs. Be none the less grateful, though on
your cherries life no woman's loving smile
has ever fallen the skies are brighter, the
air is purer, and the heavens are nearer, for
her being here.
Blessings on. the hand of womanl
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, novel
oh, no matter where the place
Would that never storms assailed it,
RainbOws ever gently curled:
For the hands that rocks the cradle,
Is the hand that rules the world
Woman howl divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh ! keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the Ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the hand that rules the woold!
Blessings on the hand of woman!
Fathers, sons and brothers cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship of the sky;
Mingled where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows ever unfurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the hand that rules the world!
Wander the great globe around, fly on the
wings of Ariel or Puck from the rising to the
setting of the sun, and who, or what is the
browning feature of every scene, the bright
est gem of every national and social diadem,
the most lustrous planet of every sky and
constellation? Who lends its brilliancy to
every coterie and every court! Who is the
centre of every group, the presiding genius
of every parlor, hall and gay salon? Whose
lineaments beam down from every canvas in
the dim old world cathedrals and palaces,
that bears the imprint of Raphael's and
Titian's touch divine? Earth, sea, air and
sky echo and re-echO, ''Woman! Wom-
an'sw
Without her, what would the grandest fes-
tive assemblage be? She is the soul of So
ciety, the life of the world. Without her,
one brief generation would reduce earth,
with all its glories and beauties, its palaces,
groves and gardens, to a waste, bowling
wilderness.
When, where, since creations first dawn
Illuminated the treetops of a paradise that
was a desert without her, has her influence
been unfelt, her power unacknowledged2
Who, by one little Irritation with the father of
most of our politics and politicians under a
pippin bush in the mystic Mesopotamian
orchard, deluged world with sin and sin
ners! And who has made the human in
strument of giving redemption and the re-
deemer to her fellow race? A woman in both
instances, of course. In every land
and nation under heaven, who is proverbial-
ly at The bottom of every deyiitry,
and the top of every charity;
last at the cross, and first at the
sepulchre-[ In order, as some cynical son
of Belial has insinuated, that the news of the
resurrection might spread the soonerl :
the central luminary of every mortal galaxy;
the tutelar deity of every civilized fireside
circle; the inspiration, incter and rewarder
of every lofty flight and noble deed; mother
and darling and despot of all? Every whis-
pering breeze and rustling twig, every tink-
ling waterfall and perfume-sighing blossom
murmurs, babbles, smokers, gables, ''Wo-
man womanl'' Her broomstick waves
like England's drumstick, triumphant round
the globe.
And nowhere, in all the rosy circuit of
the hours, is her power SO resistless,
her rule so unquestioned as in our
| own fair land of freedom.
The American woman stands peerless among
all the daughters of men. The best blood of
all nations mingles in her veins, and the
loveliest and most beautiful qualities of all
regions and races combine in her to adorn
humanity with perfect womanhood, nobly
planned. She is creations special pet and