The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-02-21


do not think we have "a right to
desplse the elegancies and fashions
OF This world, especially if they make
reasonable demands upon US; but the disciple
snip and worship OF fashion is death to tho
body, anu death to the soul. am glad the
world IS improving Look at tie itsii.n
plates Of the seventeenth aid eighteenth cen
turIes, and you viii lind that tie word IS not
So eXtraYagaAt ana extraordinary now a, it
was then, and ali tie marve. lous things that
the granddaughter win Do will never equal
that done by the grandmother. 90 st. lar
ther back, TO the Bible times, and you i.nd
that IN those times fashion witli,d . more ter
rlUIc sceptre. NoI have only to tGrn to tie
thlfd chapter Of stiah, portion Of the scrip
lures from which | once preached to you n Scr
mon, TO read: because the daughters Of Zion
are naughty, and walk with stretcicd-folth
hecks ana "anton eyes, walking and mincing
as they 50, and making a link
ing q with their, feet: In that
Gay the Lord will take away the
bravery OF their tinkling ornaments about
their feet, and their cauls, and their round
tires IKE the moon, the claims, and the brace
lets, ana the muiiiers, the Eonnets. and the
head-bands, and the tablets and the earrings,
the rings, and the nose-iewels, the changeable
suits OF apparel. and the NANTES, and the
wimples, and the crisping pins, the glasses,
and the fine linen, and the hoods, and the
wells" Only think of woman having all
that on! l am glad that the world is getting
better and that fashion which has dominated
In the world so rlIinously III other days has for
little TINT. for little degree at any rate, re-
Taxed Its energies. All the splendros and the
extravaganza OF this world dyed into YOUR robe
and flung over your shoulder cannot wrap
peace around your heart for single moment.
The gayest wardrobe will utter 10 voice of
coincidence in the day of trouble and darkness.
That woman is grandly dressed, and only
she, who is wrapped in the robe of
Saylour's righteousness The home may be
very humble, the hat may be very plain, the
irock may be very course; but the halo of
heaven settles i'll the room when she wears it,
and the faintest touch of the resurrection
angel will change that garment into raiment
exceeding white, so as no fuller on earth could
Whlten 1t. L come to you, young women,
today, to say that this world cannot make you
happy. L know 1t is bright world, with
glorious sunshine and golden rivers, and fire.
worked sunset, and bird orchestra, and the
darkest cave has Its crystals, and the wrathiest
wave its foam wreath, and the coolest mid
night Its flaming aurora but God will put out
all these lights with the blast of His own nos
trils, and the glories of this world will perish in
the final conflagration. You will never be
happy until you get your sins forgiven
and allow Christ Jesus to take full possession
OF your soul. He will be your friend in every
perplexity. 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 sepulchre of dead Christ, but to bring
your all to the feet OF a 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, i'll tlocks 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 gems Ill 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 fanced pearl may crave,
IT'S not the pearl for me;
Twill dim its lustcr in the grave,
Twill pe'ish in the
But there's pearl of price untold,
Which never can be bought with gold;
o, that's the pearl for me-"
The snow was very deep, and it was still
falling rapidly, when, III the first year of my
Christian ministry, fastened to see young
woman die 1t was very humble home. She
was orphan; her father had been ship
wrecked on the banks of Newfoundland. Sho
had earned her own living. AS / entered the
room 1 saw nothing attractive No pictures.
No tapestry. Not even a cushioned chair The
y wns not wb iGs Tnaow the ensaH
of that dying girl. 1t was . face
never to be forgotten. Sweetness and males
ty of soul and faith III God had given her
matchless beauty, and the sculptor who could
have caught the outlines of those features and
frozen them into stone would have made him
self immortal. With her large, brown eyes
she looked calmly into the great eternity. L
sat down by her bedside and said; "Now, tell
me all your troubles, and sorrows, and strug-
gles and doubts She replied: 81 have no
doubts or struggles. 1t is all plain to me.
Jesus has smoothed the way for my feet. L
wish when you go to your pulpit next Sunday
you would tell the, young people that religion
will make them happy. 20 death, where is
thy sting?' Mr.. Talmage, I wonder if
this is not the bliss of dying" l
said: YES, l 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. rose to go, and she said 81 thank
you for coming Good night When we meet
again it will be in heaven-in heaven! Good
night good night' For her it was good
night to tears, good night to poverty, good
night to death; but when the sun rose again it
was good morning. The light of another day
had burst III upon her soul Good morningl
The angels We're singing her welcome home,
and the hand of Christ was putting upon her
brow garland. Good moning Her sun
rising. Her palm waving Her spirit eXult-
ing before the throne of God. Good morning!
Good morning! The white lily of poor Marga-
ret's check had bushed into the rose of health
immortal, and the SHOWS through which we
carried her to tho country graveyard were
symbols of that robe which she wears so white
that no fuller on earth could whiten it.
My sister, my daughter, may your last end
be like hers
If IT WAS POSSIBLE TO GO THRoUGH LIFE
without once taking n cold, many of the
minor, and not few of the more serious ills
of life would be avoided. But since it is idle
to hope for SO happy an exemption, it is we'll
to remember that Or. Jayne's EXpectorant is
sure curative for Coughs and Colds, Asthma
and Bronchitis.
A Duel In BEDROOM.
From the Philadelphia News.
Down in north Alabama they tell some I'M
complimentary stories about General Joe Wheeler,
the congressman. Wheeler had hard fight before
he succeeded in getting into congress. The first
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VIII am Lowe who had already served term in
the house. Although both men were democrats
the contest was a remarkably bitter one-one of the
Oterest, it is said known in that state e ex-
citing political conflicts. Both candidates INDUCED
in personal abuse, and the excitement throughout
the district hordercd on fever neat. nuring the