The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1888-01-30
FOOLISH FASHIONS.
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the color OF q ribb0nl How they are
worried il something gets united, or
hangs awry, or is not nicely adjusted
/ With mind capable OF measuring the
hight and depth OF great subjects; able to
unravel mysteries, to walk through the
universe, to soar up into the infnity OF
Gods acknowledgements perpetually
over new style of cloak have known
men reckless as TO their character and re-
gardless OF interests momentous and eter-
nal, exasperated by the shape OF vest.
button. What is the matter with that wo-
man wrought up into the agony of de-
spair? Oh, her muf is out Of fashion!
Worse than all-this folly is not satisfied
until 1t has extirpated every moral senti-
ment and blasted the SOUL A wardrobe is
the rock upon which many soul has been
riven. The excitement of luxurious life
has been the vortex that has swallowed up
more souls than the maelstrom off Norway
ever destroyed ships. What room for ele-
waiting themes in a heart filed with the
trivial and unreal? Who can wonder that
in this haste for sun-gilded baubles and
winged thistle-down men and women
should tumble into ruin? The travellers
to destruction are not all clothed in rags.
On that road chariot jostes against char
lot; and behind steeds in harness,
golden-plated and glittering, they go
down. coach and four, herald and
postillion; racketing on the hot
pavements OF hell. Clear the track b.
Ears hang out their colors over the road,
and treesof tropical fruitfulness overbranch
the way. No sound OF woe disturbs the air
bat all is light, and song, and wine and gor-
geousness. The world comes out TO greetthe
dazzling procession with "Iiurrahl hur.
rahl" But suddenly there is halt and an
outcry OF uismay. and an overthrow worse
than the Red sea tumbling upon the Egyp-
tians. Shadow OF gravestones upon finest
silk Norwood squeezed into impeared
gobletsl Death with one cold breath with
ering the leaves and freezing the fountains
In the wild tumults Of the last day-the
mountains falling, the heavens flying, the
thrones uprising, the universe assembling
amid the boom OF the last great thunder
peal, and under the cracking of burning
world-what will become OF the disciple OF
unholy fashion?
But watch the career Of one thoroughly
artificial. Through Inheritance, or per-
haps his own skill having obtained enough
for purposes of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established. He sits aloof from
the common herd, and looks out OF his
window upon the poor man and says
Put that dirty wretch of my steps imme-
diately." On Sabbath days he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with so many OF the inelegant and
says "They are perfectly awful" THAT
man that you put in my pew had coat on
his back that did not cost five dollars"
| lie struts through life unsympathetic with
trouble and says: 81 cannot bc bothered"
Il I.It..lNaI q
Partisan life, but thinks that there are some
very indecent things in the Bible. Walks
arm in arm with the successful man Of the
world, but does not know his own brother
Loves 10 be praised for his splendid house,
and when told that he looks younger than
ten years sgo says; "well, really; do you
think soY'
But the brief strut Of his life Is about
over. Upstairs, he dies. No angel wings
lowering about him. No gospel promises
kindling up the darkness; but exquisite
embroidery, elegant pictures, and a bust
Of Shakespeare on the mantel. The pulses
stop. The minister comes In to read OF
the resurrection, that day when the dead
shall como up-botl he that died on tho
floor and hc that expired under princcly
upholstery. lie is carried out 10 burial.
Only a few mournors, but n great array OF
| carriages. Not one common man ut the
funeral. No befriended orphan 10 weep
tear on his grave. No child Of want press
ing through the ranks Of the weeping, say.
ing "lle is tho last friend have and
mus. see him."
What now7 lilo was n great man. Shall
not chariots Of salvation come down 20 the
other side Of Jordan and escort him up TO
the palacel Shall not the angels exclaim:
Turn out A prince is coming" viii
the bells chime? win there he harpcn
with their harps, and trumpeten wiz
their trumpets2
No! No, MOI There will he n shuA-
der, Ms though n calamity had happened.
Standing on heavens batilement, a watch
man viii see something shoot past, with
fiery downfall. aud shrek: Wandering
sinr-tor whom is reserved the blacknoss
Of darkness forever"
But saddcr yet Is the closing Of a
woman's life that has been worhipiul Of
worldliness, all the wealth Of lilclimo's
opportunity wasted. What tngedyl
A woman on her dying pillow, thinking u
what she might have done for God and
humanity, and yet having done nothing
Compare her demise 10 that Of q Harriet
Newell, going downio peacefully die In the
isle OF France, reviewing her lifetime sacri.
ices for the redemption of India; or the
last hours Of Elizabeth llorvoy, having OK.
changed her bright New England home for
"a life in Bombay, amid siolid hoathcnism,
that she might illumine II, saying In her
last moments: III this il the dark valley,
1t has not dark spot In IL; all il light
light" Or the exit Of Ms. Lcnnox, iall.
ing under sudden disease ut SMYRNA,
breathing out her soul with the last wOr.sk
ooh, how happyl" Or the departure oi
Mns. Sarah ID. Comsiock, spending her life
for the salvation Of Burmah, giving mp her
children that they might come home W
America 10 bc educated, and saying "a she
kissed them goodbye, never 10 see them
the going Of 10000 good women, who In
lcss rcsounding spheres have lived, not ior
themselves, but Tor God and the allcyia.
ton Of human suflerinp. That was
brilliant scene when, Ia liSj, In the
campaign for the capture Of Ronda, Queen
Elizabeth OF Castillo, on horseback, side
by side with King Ferdinand, rode out 10
review the troops. IA she. In bright
nrmor, rode along the lines Of the Spanish
host and waved her jcwclcd hand 10 the
warriors, and ever and anon uttered words
Of cheer 30 the worn veterans who, Ear
away from their homes, were risking their
liycs for the kingdom, II was a spectacle
that illumincs history. But morc glorious
will bo the scene when that consocraiod
Christian woman, crowned In heaven,
shall review the souls that on earth she
clothed and fed and medicined, and
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