Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1888-03-08

| round the splintered limbs, and the e1'
hausted 10y fell of into his first pleasant
sleep, she put her hand on his brow, and
he started in his dream and said: "Oh,
thought an angel touched mew
| There may have been no classic ele.
| gance in the features of Mrs. Harris, who
came into the hospital after the 'seven
days" awful fight, as she sat down by a
| wounded drummer boy and heard him
soliloquizs:
"a ball through my body, and my poor
mother will never again see her boy.
What a pity it is!' And she leaned over
him and said:
"Shall be your mother and comfort
you" And he looked mp and said:
ayes; Pll try to think she's hera
| Please to write o long letter to her and
| tell her all about il, and send her q lock
| Of my hair and comfort her. But would
like to have you tell her how much SUI
fered-yes, would like you to do that
for she would feel SO for me. Hold my
hand while die"
There may have been no classic ele.
gante in her fe atures, but all the hospitals
| of Han tison's Landing and Fortress Mon
roe would have agreed that she was
beautiful; and if any rough man in all
that ward had insulted her, some wounded
soldier would have leaped from his couch,
ON his best foot, and struck him dead
| with a crutch.
Again: / advise you not to depend for
happiness upon the batteries Of men. 1t
is a poor compliment to your sex that 50
many men feel obliged in your presence
to offer unmeaning compliments.
| Men capable Of elegant and
elaborate conversation elsewhere,
| sometimes feel called upon at the door Of
| the drawing Groom to drop their common
sense and to dole out sickening batteries.
They say things about your dress and
about your appearance that you know
| and they know are false. They say
you are an angel. You know you are not.
Determined to tell the truth in Office, and
store; and shop, they consider 1t honorable
| to lie to woman: The same thing that
| they tod 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 trample on y our
| self-respect. The meanest thing on which
| a woman can build her happiness is the
batteries of men.
Again, / charge you not to depend for
happiness upon the discipleship Of world
illness. / have seen men as vain of their
old-fashioned and their eccentric hat as
your brainless fop is proud of his dang
| ling fooleries. Fashion sometimes makes
| q reasonable demand of Us, and then we
| ought to yield to it. The daisies Of thu
| field have their fashion of color and leaf;
| the honeysuckles have their fashion of
| ear drop, and the snowfiakes flung out Of
| the winter heavens have their fashion Of
| exquisitness. After the summer shower
the sky weds the earth with ring OF rain
bow. And do not think we have q right
| to despise the elegancies and fashions Of
this world, especially II they make
| reasonable demands upon us;
but the discipleship and worship
Of fashion is death to the
body, and death to the lsoul. am glad
the world il improving. Look at the
| fashion plates Of the seventeenth and
eli eighteenth centuries, and you will find
| that the world is not 50 extravagant and
extraordinary now as it was then, and
| all the marvellous things that the grand
daughter will do will never equal that
| done by the grandmother. Go still far
Their back, to the Bible times, and you
| will find that in those times fashion
| welded a more terrible sceptre. You
have emily to turn to the third chapter of
Isaiah, Iortion of the Scriptures from
| which once preached to you a sermon,
! to read:
Because the daughters Of Zion are naughty
| and walk with stretched-forth necks and wan
| ton eyes, walking and mincing as they 60, and
| making q tinkling with their feet; in that day
| the Lord will take away the bravery of their
| tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their
<lo.~ tho <ho
| chains and the bracelets and the muff1ers, the
bonnets, and the headbands, and the tablets,
and the earrings. the rings, and the nosejewels,
| the changeable suits Of apparel, and the man.
ties and the wimples, and the crisping pins, the
| glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and
| the walls.
Only think Of a woman having all that
onl am glad the world is getting better
| and that fashion which was dominated in
| the world so ruinously in other days has
for a little time, for little degree at any
! rate, relaxed its energies. All the splen-
doris and extravaganza Of this world dyed
into your robs and flung over your shout 8.
der can not wrap peace around your heart
for single moment. The gayest ward
| robe will utter no 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 q Saviour's
righteousness The home may be very
humble, the hat may be very plain, the
frock may be- very coarse; but the halo Of
Heaven settles in the room when she
| wears it, and the faintest touch Of the
resurrection angel will change that gar
ment into raiment exceeding white, 50 as
no fuller on earth could whiten 1t.
This world its fancied pearl m ay crave,
IT'S not the pearl for me;
Twill dim its luster In the grave,
Twill perish in the sea-
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, inlthe first yea,
of my Christian ministry, fastened te
see a young woman die. 1t was q very
humble home. She was an orphan; hel
father had been shipwrecked on the
banks Of Newfoundland. She had earned
her own living. As entered the room
saw nothing attractive. No pictures, nc
tapestry, not even . cushioned chair
The snow on the window easement wal
not whittier than the cheek of that dying
girl. 1t was face never to be forgotten
Sweetness and majesty Of soul and faitf
in God had given her q matchless 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 sh'
looked calmly into the great eternity.
sat down by her bedside and said:
Now tell me all your troubles, and sor
rows and struggles, and doubts" Sh'
replied:
Il have no doubts or struggles. It is al
plain to me. Jesus has smoothed thu
way for my feet. wish when you 60 t
your pulpit next Sunday, you would tel