Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1885-06-28

Hdu ministerial 10. Inc orphans OIL the /
Leath Asylum and all who had felt her |
touch, SO full of healing and sonl-felt SYM
pathy, mourIled for her, and were only |
eomforted when DR.. Boggs had reeited the |
events which form the pedestal of her |
fame.
SERMON OF DIR. BOGGs.
Brethren AND FRIENDS - am not permitted |
on this occasion to do what would perhaps prove |
70 be the prudent thing so far as am concerned;
ing the ords OF Holy Scripture, and, covering
my face in sorrow as he who mourns because he |
earth, while tho inarticulate eloquenee of tears
better expresses tatsense which we all have of |
friends, l am not permitted TO do this because
obligation has been laid upon me by those lips
should say something her last testimony to |
you who were dear to her in life and dearer yet in
death. And it is my good fortune that she has
herself furnished the message that am to utter;
that like Gods holy wOrshiper of old, the |
b II T1 raes SeSa se S
1t is proper Their that in discharging this sacred
you, should first remind you Of what she did not
authorize me to make mention. l wonder what
authorized by her to speak today Perhaps |
some of you VIII Imagine that allude to those
personal accomplishments and social graces
which you first began to admire years and years
W. en-, as her pupils, you sat at her feet and
learned among other things something of the
riches OF your mother tongue. You are men and
women now, and have heard English spoken in |
many parts of our country and in Great Britain;
\ on may have heard 1t roll like cataracts Of
molten silver from the imprisoned lips of
Henry Clay, Lsrehaneee, or you have beat
ing check you have scanned the sweet
numbers of l'ennyson, but did You ever
hear, or even. read, anything that
was richer, sweater, Purer than the diction in
which your aeeo nplished teacher habitually OK
pressed her thoughts, and especially when she
gave voice to the holy affections of that great
woman heart Of hers, which only ceased to love
when it ceased to throb? I know well enough
what your answer would be. But was not au-
thorilzed by her to speak of this, her high and
conscious unless reminded her of it. Others
present might well have different thoughts of
THE MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD TO THE
LIVING
with which 1 N charged to-day. You would
look at these fatherless and motherles. children
Of whom you are the joint guardians. You would
very naturally recall the fact that for
thirty years and more this ardent, tire
less philanthropist had been 4 mother to
the inmates of Leath Orphan Asylum Your
presence as mourners at the bier of the deceased
lady visitor test6es to your of her priceless
worth and her holy example. You know that she
not only pitie ], but loved the motheress; loved
Them not always because they were attractive,
but because they were orphans; loved them in
arms, like their own dead mothers used to do,
and like their own mothers, dividing with them
whatever she hal, stlnting herself not only in
luKuries, butin her daily bread, that she might
give TO them, was m privilege few days ago
sage of love t. Gods little on.ss You hard those
pleading words with deeP emotion then, dear
10.
pose to do your heavenly task. I might tell you
thatiwhen summoned to her bedside TO listen to
her last words, she recalled the subjects dis
cussed in that letter; smiled with sweet delight,
even amid eXcrIci ating pain. when l told her
how warmly you had received her earnest exhort-
atoms TO cherish the memory of the faithful ma
iron whose unmarked grave lies under the shad-
ows Of beautiful Elmwood. and to press forward
with double zeal IN lifting up your fatherless
wards into higher plane of culture and Chris
tian character. But it was not of this that was
to speak NO. some Of you viii be ready to
say, mo,
HER DEEDS OF LOVE AND SELF-SACRIFICE
could not be bounded by the walls of that cher
ished Institution. They were coextensive with
this whole city, and went beyond it. Do not
| recall nights of watching and days Of mourning.
when shs came to us as God Angel of Mercy2
Do we not remember the touch of her soft, cool
hand upon throbbing brow and feyerish palm? Do
We not recall the fervent prayers that soothed
our agitated souls-prayers breathed in sweetest
words and softest tones-the devotions of lnystics
By? Do we not know whose hand II was that
composed the limbs and closed the eyes of
our beloved ones-of father, mother, broth
sr sister, OF a wife, or husband or sweet
was that stood, with a courage so unmoved
| as to be unconscious that it was brave at all,
over the streets and homes of pestilence-
snsitten city? Do we not remember that through
five successive epidemics of yellow-fever, when
bearded faces grew pale and eyes quailed that
had looked without winking into the shotted can
non, and had flashed back proudly the CLEAN of
bayonet and saber-do we not know v hose feet
they were that daily paced up and down the
WARDS OF yOnuer hospital ana WlOg with hero
| ism beyond man's-a heroism that was womanly
brought
THE STRICKEN ONES
to her home at the dreadful risk of injecting
those she loved better than her life2" Oh,
yes, you must think of all this. You may well
cherish in your hearts as one of the grandest, its
mething, if it be necessary, of that admiration
for the deeds Of men, for the heroism Of stran-
monumental shaft and sculptured angels that
point to heaven. You may stint, l say, some
you may come to-day and do homage to one who
was more beroic and more sanity than any one
of them all-on who was as brave as any knight
Who ever buekled golden spurs upon feet that
we're sworn to walk upon the hills of Palestine
| suffering brethren did not spare her own chill
dren from contact with pestilential breath, and
the deadly civilizations of the death bed. Had L
| ny will am free to say 1.-THE tallest shalt in
yonder cemete y, lifting its white column above
the costly tOmbs of the rich, and the monuments
Of heroes and martyrs, should be inscribed with
/ the name of
MARGARET DOYLE,
the Christian mother, who made her house a hos
pital for all the lonely and forsaken ones that
| could be brought into that blessed asylum where
| her own dear hand might roach and save them
| But, not word of all this was 1 authorized to
| speak. No, when this philanthro pist and hero
| inc came to die she called me to her death-bed,
I charge from her which concerns my holy Office,
but Is OF, private and domestic nature too
sacred to be mentioned save in private. And then,
with her feet layed by the icy wafers of
/ as she lay quietly awaiting the summons to pass
over and rest under the trees, she confessed once
again that faith which had been her inspiration
| in life and was now her comfort in death In
\ that beautiful manner that was her own, she re-
cited tho clauses Of the Apostles Creed. And
| pausing for breath it became evident that she
wished to emphasize that article of the ancient
| creed which the Church of the Martyrs, under
whose hands il slowly grew from age to age, had
made the center and the very soul of that con
the scenes that had transpired under this roof
/ Il Hp faarfmf eha ron ufaA
| the dying confession of the beloved Paul
W We4s. Of the Apostles Creed ou as II
member his fearful departure for years from
the creed of his reyered father, and the pain
which that long-continued eclipse of his faith.
! with its attendant evils, had given to the many
friends of the bishop-to none, l suppose, had it
| But she had been, perhaps. wiser than many
about it all. She withdrew none of the mani
festations of her love. He was always as a SON
prodigal son, it may be, but a dearly loved SON
Her SORROW and her tears were min gied with the
I'M 6 df bs rrsnd hSd wen Rp % 900 Tor
the real cause Of his cry tas believe Il TO
have BEEN was not the love and the faith which
| shall venture to deny that the two may have met
already, and are perhaps now standing before
/ the throne,
REFRESHED BY THE MELODY OF ANGELIC
- HARPS,
| and heholding ''the King in His beau
had so profoundly in res Tessed Itself % upon
/ her mind, the dying saint stretched
| out her trembling landss while light reklndled
in the fading eye, as she exclaimed, Lord Jesus
Christ, have mercy on ny soul Lord Jesus
Christ, receive my spirit And, after a pause,
fith VIC new emphasis: Lord Jesus Christ.
receive my spiritP, Again and again did the
words Of triumphant faith echo through the ST.
lent chamber Of death, and through all the house
| "Lord Jesus Christ, receive my soull'' Then
came a swept look Of assurance which rested
| like a halo over the pale countenance, as she
| folded hands and repeated like the soft ''good
upon aIsI' its downy eoueh-'9Amen amen p This
vas her dying confession, and she said that she
has left behind her touching the fifth which
| bore mp her triumphant soul amid the swell
faith was. There vas no trace in it that could
/ see of
TRUSTING TO THE MERIT OF GOOD WORKS.
True, she had abounded in good works more
did She trust to them As her title 70 heaven. Her
good works had been no more than the service of
a grateful heart to her Lord and Savior. They
we're only the proofs of her love. and in no sense
the cause Of her pardon Her faith rested in the
blood that eleanseth from all sim In this she
stood sa4arely and fully with that apostle and
martyr, Paul, when he wiote; But what things
we're gain to ne, those ! counted but loss for
| but loss TOR the sxeelieney Of the knowledge Of
IN loss Of al things and 10 count them but
dung, that nay win Christ and be found in him,
not having mine Own righteSpnsness which is Of
Christ,the righteOusnesswhichis qed by faith p
And would have You consider the import Of
that @Bcs1t EarS To m ad ear Il
seemed to signify something, It came from one
who knew we'll what some Of you tempted to
think 1t identified the Christ Of her dy ing faith
1 with the Christ Of the creed and Of the gospels.
i II had the same meaning, take it, that the apOs-
He' 8 con fession had when he By a marvellous turn
| Of the flexible Greek projected, as IL were, upon
the plane of vision tbs superhuman dignity Of his
Savior, By reserying the enpnntc petition for tho
i expression, My Lord" Our beloved frisnd
4 held fast
Tue MYSTERY OF INCARNATION
al, & - f,,.b 4; IA s.,or5 ,--' Of the Creed
And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our ;.oru,
/ who was conceived BY the Holy Ghost,
/ horn Of the Virgin Mary, suffered under
| Pontius PLATE, vas crucifed, dead, and
hurled; be descended into hell the third day
K lie rose from the dead; he assembled into heaven
and stitch on the right hand Of God the Father
almighty; from thence He shall come to Judge