The Nicodemus cyclone. [volume] (Nicodemus, Graham County, Kan.) 1887-1888, 1888-02-24

that they told you on this side of the drawing
room, three minutes ago they said 10 some
one on the other side of the drawing-room-
O, let no one trample on YOUR self-respecL
The meanest thing CT which q woman can
build her happiness is the batteries Ct frer5
Again: l charge you not to depend for zap
piness upon the dscipieshp of worldlncss
have seen men as vain of their Old-fashloneu
and their eccentric hat as your brainless Top
Is proud of his dangling fooleries. Fashion
sometimes makes reasonable demand OF US,
and then We ought to yield to It, The daisies
Of the field have theft fashion Of color and
leaf; the h0neysuckIes have their fashion OF
ear drop; and the snowfiakes flung out OF the
winter heavens have their fashion OF exquls-
iteness. After the Summer shower the SKY
weds the earth with ring of rainbow. And
do not think We have right to de-
spse the elegancies and fashions OF
this world, especially if they make
reasonable demands upon us; but the disciple
ship and worship of fashion Is death to the
body, and death to the soul. | am glad the
world is improving. Look at the fashion
plates of the seventeenth and eighteenth CEN
turies and you will find that the world is not
so eXtravagant and extraordinary now as 1t
was then, and all the marvellous things that
the granddaughter will do will never equal
that done by the grandmother. 60 still
farther back. to the Bible times, and you will
find that in those times fashion welded
L
to the third chapter of Isaiah, portion OF the
Scriptures from which l once preached to you
a sermon, to read: Because the daughters
of Zion are naughty, and walk with stretch
ed-torth necks and wanton eyes, walking ana
mincing as they go, and making tinkling
with their feet: In that day the Lord will
take away the bravery of their tinkling
ornaments about their feet and their Cauls
and their round tires like the moon. the
chains, and the bracelets, and the mutfers,
the bonnets, and the head bands and the
tablets, and the earrings, the rings, and the
nose-jewels, the changeabe suits Of apparel,
and the mantles, and the wimples, and the
crsping pins, the glasses, and the fine linen,
and the hoods, and the wells" Only think
OF woman having all that on! lam glad
that the world is getting better and that
fashion which has dominated in the world so
ruinously in other days has for little time,
for little degree at any rate, relaxed its
energies. All the splendOrs and extravagan-
"a of this world dyed into your robe and flung
over our shoulders cannot wrap peace around
your heart for a single moment. The
gayest wardrobe will utter no voice of con-
dolence in the day Of trouble aud darkness.
That woman is grandy dressed, and
only she, who is wrapped in the robe of
Savour's righteousness. The home may be
very humble, tue hat NAV be very plain, the
trOck may be very coarse; but the halo OF
heaven settles in the room when she wears IL,
and the faintest touch of the resurrection an
gel will change that garment into raiment ex-
ceeding white, so as no fuller on earth could
whten 1t. | come to you, young women, to-
day, ito say that this world cannot make you
happy. | know 1t is a bright world, with glO-
riOus sunshine, and golden rivers, and fire.
worked sunset, and bird orchestra, and the
darkest cave has its crystals and the wrath
lest wave its foam wreath, and the coolest
midnight its flaming aurora; but God will put
out all these lights with the blast of His own
nOstrils, and the glOries of this world will
perish in the final cOnfagratiOn. You will
never be happy until you get your sins for
given and allow Christ Jesus to take full pos
session of your soul. He will be your friend
in every pcrDlexity. He will be your comfort
in every trial He will be your defender in
every strait / do not ask you to BRING like
Mary, the spices to the sepuchre of a dead
Christ, but to bring your all to the feet of .
living Jesus. His word is peace. His look Is
love- His hand is help His touch is life.
His smile is heaven. o, come, then, in focks
and groups. Come, like the south wind over
banks of myrrh. Come like the morning light
tripping over the mountains. Wreathe all
your affections on Christs brow set all your
ems in Christ's corOnet, pour all your voices
into Christ's song, and let this Sabbath air
rustic with the wings of rejoicing angels and
the towers of God ring out the news Of souls
saved.
This world its fancied pearl may crave
Twill dim its lustre in the grave,
Twill perish in the sea
But there's a pearl of price untold.
Which never can be bought with gold;
., that's the pearl for me-
The snow was very deep, and it was still
falling rapidly, when, in the first year OF my
Christian ministry, l fastened to see a young
woman die 1t was a very humble home.
She was an orphan; her father had been ship
wrecked on the banks of Newfoundland. She
had earned her own living. AS | entered the
room | saw nothing attractive. No pictures.
No tapestry Not even a cushioned chair
The snow on the window easement was not
whittier than the cheek of that diving girl. 1t
was a face never to be forgotten. Sweetness
and majesty of soul, and faith in God, had
given her a matchless beauty, and the sculp-
tor who could have caught the outlines OF
those features and frozen them into stone,
would have made himself immortal With
her large, brown eyes she looked calmly into
the great eternity. | sat down by her bedside
and said: "Now tell me all your troubles
and sorrows, and struggles, and doubts" She
replied: II have no doubts or struggles II
is all plain to me. Jesus has smoothed the
way for my feet. | wish when YOU 60 to your
pulpit next Sunday, you will tell the young
people that religion will make them happy
20 death, where is thy stingF Mr.
Talmage. | wonder if this is not the blis
of dyingm | said: Yes, | think it mus
be-" | fingered around the couch. The SUI
She lighted the candle for me. The dyin!
girl, the dawn of heaven In her face, needed
no candle. | rose to 60 and she said 81
thank you for coming. Good night WheI
we meet again 1t will be in heaven-in heav
en-! Good night! Good nightm For her i
was good night TO tears, good night to power
ty, good night TO death; bat when the SUI
rose again it was good morning. The ligh
of another day had burst in upon her soul
Good morning! The angels were singing he
welcome home, and the hand Of Christ wa
putting on her brow garland Good morn
ingl Her sun rising. The white lily of poo
Margeret's cheek had blusEed into the rose o
health immortal. and the SHOWS throug
which we carried her to the country grave
ward were symbols of that robe which SD
wears, so white that no fuller on earth con
Ehten it.
Nv sister. my daughter may your last en-
be like hers