Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-11-10

| offers to your taste are poisoned. the promise
| IL MAKES Is lie. Over this ungodly banquet
the Keen, gllttering source of Gods Judgment
| is suspended. An ominops hand WRITING ia ON
the wall y thou misguided victim of pleas
ure sound the alarm! Thy pleasure boat is
Iar from shore: my summer day is closing
roughly, for the winds and waves are loud
voiced, and the overcoming clouds are ALI q
writhe and agleam with terror. Thou art
shook" and if the Atlantic take thee, frail
mortal. thou shalt never get to shore again.
Homeward! Putback! Row swiftly, swifter,
swifter! Jesus from the shore casteth rope.
Grasp it quickly! Now, or never! Some of
my hearers / fear have freighted all their
hopes and loves and joys upon vessel which
shall never bring them TO port of safety.
See, thou nearest the breakers! One heave
upon the rocks! Another lunge may crush
thee beneath the shrivelled spars or grind thy
bones 10 powder among the torn timbers!
Overheard, for thy life! Overheard! Trust
not that loose plank nor tempt the shore, but
quickly clasp the feet of Jesus walking upon
the watery pavement, shouting TIL he hear
thee: Lord, save or peri y
Again the biography of Eve teaches me
what shocking thing sin is when appended
to great beauty and refinement. Never since
Ewes death has the world seen such perfec-
ton of womanhood. Coming directly from
the hand of God there was not another attrac-
tlon you could have suggested for her person
nor another refinement to her manners. No
gracefulness could have been added to her
gait, no sparkle to her eve. no color to her
cheek, no sweetness to her voice. To be the
companion of a perfect man and the inhab-
liant of perfect home God had created her.
and all that beautiful nature Vibrated in ac-
cord with the brightness of The scene of Para
disc. But she resisted Gods authority, and
with the same hand with which she had
plucked the fruit, launched upon unborn gen.
eratiOns the crime and the wars and the trou
bic and the tombs and the woes which have
set the universe awaiting. Terrible Offset to
all her attractiVeness.
To find men and women naturally vulgar
erlNr ar~fIr aNry
very much, for we expect those who live in
the ditch to have the manners of the ditch.
But when we find wickedness joined to acute
ness of intellect and attractiveness of manner
we are startled. The accomplishments of
Mary Queen of Scots make her patronage of
Darnley, the profiigate, the more astounding.
The genius OF Catharine H., Empress of Rus
sa, only set of in more repelling light her un-
appeasabe ambition. The transations
which Elizabeth made from he Latin and the
Greek and her extraordinary qualification
Tor Queen only brought ont INTO more vivid
contempt her caprlclousness Of affection and
haughtlness of temper. Lord ByrOn's great
ness makes the more shameful Lord Byron's
sensuality. Let no one think that suavity of
bearing or high style of accomplishment can
apologize for vanity or i'll temper or unkind-
ness. Disobedience to God or unrighteous-
ness towards man will beclOud the most
brilliant attainments. Though your accom-
plishmenls be heaven nigh, they will not
excuse for vice hell-deep.
Again learn the real influence of woman. In
the power which Eve exercised over Adam,
and on the destiny of uncouHted generations
l see type of the power which her descend
ants should exercise. We have no sympathy
with the batteries that are showered upon her
from the pulpit and the stage. The true no
billty of woman consists IN the power of a
Christian influence. EYES overthrow of
Adam and the race was only an Illustration
OF what power there is now in the frail arm
OF woman to strike until the echo ring through
eternity down among the caverns or up among
the thrones. This influence was not monopO-
llzed by such great representative women as
Eve, who ruined the race with one fruit
pIucklng, nor OF ael, who sent q spike through
the head of Sisera, nor of Esther, who over
came royalty, nor of Abigail, who
by her beautiful oountenance arrested
hostile army, nor of Mary who nursed the
worlds Savior, nor of the great dancer who
carried about on dish the CORY head of John
the Baptist, nor OF grandmother LOIS who was
lmmortallzed IN her grandson Timothy, nor
OF charlotte Corday who, with.her dagger,
slew the assassin of her lover, nor OF Mary
Antoinette who could conquer mob by one
look from the balcony of her castle, and whose
scat1old was throne OF forgiveness and moral
courage. refer to the mothers, to the wives.
to the daughters, to the sisters, who, unambi-
tlous for political power and the scramble of
the hustlngs, are performing the ten thousand
sweet offices OF home.
When | thus speak l find myself using as a
model one whom, about twenty years ago, we
put away for the resurrection. About eighty
years ago, just before the day of their marri-
age, my father and mother stood up in the old
meeting house at COmervile to take the VOWS
of a Christian. Through long life of vcls-
sltude she lived blamelessly and usefully. and
came to her end in peace. No child of want
ever came to her door and was turned away.
No stricken soul ever appealed to her and was
not comforted. No sinner ever asked her the
way to be saved and was not pointed to Christ.
When the angel of Life came to a neghbor's
dwelling, she was there to rejoice at the in
carnatlon, and when the angel of Death came
she was there to robe the departed one for
burial. We had often heard her, while
kneeling among her children at family pray
ers, when father was absent, say: II ask not
for my children wealth or honor, but do ask
that they may all become the subjects of Thy
converting grace" She had seen all her
eleven children gathered into the church, and
she had but one more wish, and that was that
she might again see her missionary son, and
when the ship from China anchored in New
the threshold of his paternal home, she said
Now, Lord, ltttest Thou Thy servant depart
in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy saliva
ton"
We were gathered from afar to see only the
house from which the soul had fed forever
How calm she looked! Her folded hands ap-
peared just as when they were employed in
kindnesses for her children, and we could not
help but say as we stood and looked at her:
Don't she look beaatifulr' 1t was a cloud
less day when with heavy hearts we carried
her out to the last resting place. The with
cred leaves crumbled under wheel and hoof
as we passed, and the setting sun shone upon
calm and bright was the setting sun Of this
aged pilgrims life. No more toll. No more
tears. No more sickness. No more DEATH
Dear mOther! Beautiful mother!
''Sweet is the slumber beneath the sod
While the pure soul is resting with God"