The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1888-03-01

the drawing-room to d. op their common
sense and to dole out sickening fla teries.
They say things about your ess ana
about your appearance that YOU know
and they know are false. They say
you are an angel. You know you are not.
Determi in 3d to tell the truth In office, ana
store, and shop, they cons der it honorable
to lie to a woman. The same thing that
they TO d you on this side OF the drawing
ryom three minutes ago they said to some
one on the other side Of the drawing
room. Oh, let no one trampie on youf
,elf.respect. The meanest thing on which
a woman can build her happiness 10 the
batteries OF men.
Again, / charge you not TO depend fof
happiness upon the discipleship OF world"
illness. have seen men as vain of their
old.fashioned and their eccentric hat ss
your brainless fop Is proud of his dang
ling fooleries. ashton sometimes makes
q reasonable demand of Us, and then we
ought to yield to it. The daisies OF th'
field have their fashion of color and leafi
the honeysuckles have their fashion oil
ear drop, and the snowHakes flung out OF
the winter heavens have their fashion of
exuuisitness. After the summer shower
the sky weds the earth with ring OF RAIN
bow. And do not think we have right
to despise the elegances and fashions OF
this world, especially IL they II axe
reasonable demands upon US;
but the discipleship and worship
of fashion is death to the
BODY, and death to the soul. l am glad
the world Is improving. Look at the
fashion plates Of the seventeenth and
ei ghteenth centuries, and You will find
that the world is not so extrava rant and
extraordinary now as it was then, ana
all the marvellous things that the grand
daughter will do will never equal that
done by the grandmother. Go still far
ther back, to the Bible times, and you
will find that in those times fashion
welded a more terrible sceptre. You
have enly to turn to the third chapter Of
Isaiah, a Torton of the Scriptures from
which | once preached to you a sci mon,
to read:
Because the daughters Of Zion are naughty
and walk with stretched-forth necks and wan.
ton eyes, walking and mincing as they &C. and
making tinkl ng with their feet; in thaI DAY
the Lord will take awav the bravery Of theI
tinkiing ornaments about their feet, ana the
cauls and their round tires like the moon, tie
cnains and the bracelets and the muf1erc the
bonnets, and the headbands and the tablets,
and the earrings. the rings, and the nose jewels,
the changeable suits OF apparel and the man
ties, and the wimpes, and the crsping pins, he
glasses and the fine linen, and the hoods, aud
the walls.
Only think of a woman having all that
oni am lad the world is eettin% btfer
and that fashion which wa' dominatedlh
the world so runously N other davS "a
for little time, for tile de rec at anv
rate relaxed its energies. Al the 'p en-
doris aud ex'ravaganza of this wor dyed
I, a Ahn
der can no: wra peac around your haal''
for q ngls nom ut. Th3 Cavs,t ward
robe W i'll utter n voice O. c1lloi 'Ic' in
the dav of trouble All darkness. Vlet
woman is grand dress |, ant OILY aha,
who is wraupyl in the roha Of SaviCur's
Righteousness. The hous may b. vsry
humb e, the hat MAJ b. very plain, tie
frock MAJ b. very coarse; but the hale Of
Heaven settles in the room Nh5n she
wears it, and the faint $ touch Of the
resurrection angel will change that gar
msnt into laiment exceed NJ white, 50 as
no fuller on ca tn cou 1 whitel it,
This world It's fancied pearl may crave,
IT'S not the pearl for me;
Twill IN its lustCr Iii the grave,
Twill perish in the sea.
But there's pearl Of pr ce untold,
Which never can be bought with gcld
o. that's the pearl for me-
The snow was very deem, and it VaH
still falling rapidly ? when, In the first yea
of nv Christian ministry fastened to
see a Young woman die. 1t was a very
humble home. She was an orphan; her
father had been shirwi ecked on the
banks of newfoundland. Sac had earned
her own living. As l entered the room |
saw nothing attractive. No p.ctures, no
ta' eStry, not even cushioned chair
The snow on the window ca,em mt W as
not whittier than the cLeek of that dying
girl. 1t was face never to be forgotten.
Sweetness and majesty of soul and faith
in God had given her match 'eSs beauty
and the sculptor who could have caught
the outlines of those features and frozer
them into stone would have made himself
immortal With her large brown eyes shS
looked calmly into the great eternity.
sat down by her bed de AID eaid:
Now tell me all your troubles, and sor-
rows, and struggles, and doubts" She
replied:
81 have no doubts or struggles. 1t is al
plain to me. Jesus has smoothed the
way for my feet. l wish when you go to
your pulpit next Sundav, you wo Id tell
the young people that religion viii make
them happy. % death, where is thy
stingY Mr.. Talmage, l wonder If this is
not the bliss of dying" l said:
Eyes, think it must be-" l fingered
around the couch. The sun was setting.
and her sister lighted candle. She
lighted the candle for me. The dying
girl, the dawn Of Heaven in her face,
needed no candle. I rose to go, and she
saidi
II thank you for coming. Good nightl
When we meet again it will bs in Heaven
in Heaven Good night! good nightp
For her it was good night to tears, good
night to poverty, good night to death;
but when the sun rose againit was
good morning. The light of another day
had burst in upon her soul. Good
morningl The angels were singing her
welcome home, and the hand of Christ
was putting upon her brow a garland.
Good morningl Her sun rising. Her palm
waving. Her spirit exulting before
the throne of God! Good morningl Good
morningi The white lily of poor Mar
garet's cheek had blushed into the rose Of
health immortal, and the SHOWS through
which We carried her to the country
graveyard were symbols of that robe
which she wears, so white that no fuller
on earth could whiten it.
NV sister. my daughter, may your last
end be like hersl
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