The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1888-02-23

dollars. Have on your wall q picture by
Copley, asd before night you will hear
of some one who has picture fresh from
the studio of Church or Bierstadt.
All that this world can do for you in
silver, in gold, in Administer plush, in
Gobelin tapestry, in wide halls, in lordly
acqusintanceship, will not give you the
ten thousandth part of a grain of solid
satisfaction. The English lord, moving
in the very highest sphere, was one day
found seated with his chin on his hand
and his elbow on the window sill, look
ing out and saying: sob, wish 1 could
exchange places with that dog!" Mere
social position will never give happiness
to woman's soul. I have had wide and
continuous observation, and 1 tell the
young women that they who build on
mere social position their souls immortal
happiness are building on the sand.
Suppose that a young woman expends
the brightness of her early life in this
unsatisfactory struggle and omits the
present opportunity of usefulness in the
home circle-what mistake!
So surely as the years roll around, that
home in which you now dwell will be-
come extinct. The parents will be gone,
the property will go into other posses
sions, you yourself will be in other re-
lationships, and that home which, only
year ago, was full of congratulations,
will be distinguished. When that period
cones, you will look back to see what
you did or what you neglected to do
in the way of making home happy. It
will be too late to correct mistakes.
If you did not smooth the path
of your parents toward the tomb; if you
did not make their last days bright and
happy; if you allowed your younger
brother to go out into the world, unhal-
lowed by Christian and sisterly infu-
ences; if you allowed the younger sis
ter5 of your family to come up without
feeling that there had been Christian
example set them on your part, there
will be nothing but bitterness of lanen-
tation. That bitterness will be increased
by all the surroundings of that home; by
every chair, by every picture, by the old
time mantel ornaments, by everything
you can think of as connected with that
home. All these things will rouse up
agonizing memories. Young women, have
YOU anything to do in the way of making
your fathers home happy? Now
is the time to attend to it, or leave it for
ever undone. Time is flying very quickly
away. I suppose you notice the wrinkles
are gathering and accumulating on those
kindly faces that have SO looked upon
you; there is frost in the locks; the foot
is not as firm in its step as it used to be;
and they will soon be gone. The heavi-
est clod that ever falls on parents
coffin lid is the memory of an ungrateful
daughter Oh, make their last days
bright and beautiful. Do not act as
though they were in the way. Ask their
counsel, seek their prayers, and, after
long years have passed, and you go out
to see the grave where they sleep, you
will find growing all over the mound
something lovelier than cypress, some
thing sweeter than the rose, something
chaster than the ily-the bright and
beautiful memories of flial kindness
performed ere the dying hand dropped
on you benediction, and you
closed the lids over the weary eyes of the
worn out pilgrim. Better that, in the
hour of your birth, you had been struck
with orphanage, and that you had been
handed over into the cold arms of the
world, rather than that you should have
been brought up under fathers care
and a mothers tenderness, at last to
scott at their example and deride their
influence; and on the day when you fol-
lowed them in long procession to the
tomb, to find that you are followed by a
still larger procession of unfilial deeds
done and wrong words uttered. The
one procession will leave its bur-
den in the tomb and disband;
but that longer procession of CHASTITY
memories will for ever march and for ever
wall. Oh, it is good time for young
woman when she is in her fathers house.
How careful they are of her welfare.
How watchful those parents of all her in
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father at one end the table, children
on either side, and between, but the
years will roll on, and great changes will
be effected, and one will be missed from
one end the table, and another will be
missed from the other end the table.
God pity that young woman's soul who,
in that dark hour, has nothing but re-
gretful recollections.
I go further, and advise you not to
depend for enjoyment upon mere per-
sonal attractions. 1t would be sheer
| hypocrisy, because we may not have it
ourselves, to despise, or affect to despise,
| beauty in others. When God gives it, he
| gives it as a blessing and as a means of
usefulness. David and his army were
| coming down from the mountains to
| destroy Nabal and his f1ocks and vine
yards. The beautiful Abigail, the wife
of Nabal went out to arrest him when
he came down from the mountains, and
she succeeded. Coming to the foot Of
the hill she knelt. David, with his army
| of sworn men, came down over the cliffs,
and when he saw her kneeling at the foot
of the hill he cried ''Hait!" to his men,
and the caves echoed it ''Halt,
haiti" That one beautiful woman
| kneeling at the foot of the cliff
had arrested all those armed troops A
| dew drop dashed back Niagara. The
Bible sets before us the portraits of Sarah
and Rebecca, and Abishag, Absalom 3
sister, and Jobs daughters, and says;
"They were fair to look upon" By
out door exercise and by skillful ar
rangement of apparel, let women make
themselves attractive. The sloven has
only one mission, and that to excite our
loathing and disgust. But alas for those
who depend upon personal charms for
their happiness. Beauty is such subtle
thing, it does not seem to depend upon
| facial proportions, or upon the sparkle of
the eye, or upon the flush of the cheek.
You sometimes find it among irregular
features. 1t is the soul shining through
the face that makes one beautiful. But
alas! for those who depend upon mere
| personal charms. They viii come to dis
| appointment and to great fret. There
are SO many different opinions about
what are personal charms; and then sick
ness, and trouble, and age, do make such
ravages- The poorest god that a woman
ever worships is her own face. The sad
| dest sight in all the world is a woman
who has built everything on good looks,
when the charms begin to vanish. Oh,
how they try to cover the wrinkles and
hide the rayages of time! When Time,
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