The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1888-03-01

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So surely as the years roll around, that
home in which you now dwell will become
| extinct. The parents will be gone, the
! property will go into other possessions,
! you yourself will be in other relationships,
and that home which, only q year ago, was
full of congratulations, will be ex-
tiuguished. When that period comes, you
will look back to see what you did or what
| you neglected TO do in the way of making
home happy. 1t 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 the younger sisters
of your family to come up without feeling
that there had been Christian example
set them on your part, there will be MOTH
ing but bitterness of lamentation. That
bitterness will be increased by all the sur
roundings of that home; by every chair,
by every picture, by the old-time mantei
ornaments, by everything you can think Of
MS 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
happyp Now is the time to attend to it, or
! leave it forever undone. Time is flying
very quickly away. | suppose you notice
/
ing 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
10 be; and they will soon be gone. The
heaviest 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
we're in the way. Ask their counsel, seek
their prayers and, after long years have
passed, and you go out to see the grave
whore they sleep, you will find growing
all over the mound something loyelier than
cypress, something sweeter than the rose,
something chaster than the lily-the bright
and beautiful memories of filial 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 un-
der fathers care and mothers tender-
ness, at last to scotf at their example and
deride their influence; and on the day
when you followed them in long process
sion to the tomb, to find that you are fol-
lowed by still larger procession of un-
tlial deeds done and wrong words uttered.
The one procession will leave its burden
in the tomb and disband; but that longer
procession of ghastly memories will for
ever march and forever vail Oh, it is
good time for young woman when she is
in her fathers house. How careful they
are of her welfare. How wntchful those
parents of all her interests. Seated at the
morning repast, father at one end of 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 of the table, and an
other will be missed from the other end of
the table. God pity that young woman's
soul who, in that dark hour, has nothing
but regretful recollections.
go further, and advise you not to de-
pend for enjoyment upon mere personal
attractions. 1t would be sheer hypocrisy,
because we may not have it ourselves, to
despise, or affect 10 despise, beauty in
Others When God gives it, he gives it as
Il blessing and as means Of usefulness.
David and his army we're coming down
from the mountain to de stroy Nabal and
his tlocks and vineyards. The beautiful
Alb gail, the wife of Nabal, went out to ar
rest him when he came down from the
mountains, and she succeeded. Coming
to the foot of the hill she knet. David, |
with his army OF sworn men, came down |
over the cliffs, and when he saw her |
kueeling at the foot of the hill he cried |
"Halt" to his men, and the caves echoed |
it "Haltl haltm 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
Bebecca, and Abishag, Absalom's sister,
and Jobs daughters, and says: "These
were fair TO look upon" By outdoor ex
ercise and by skillful arrangements of ap-
parel, let women make themselves attract |
i've: The sloven has only one mission,
and that to excite our loathing and disgust. |
But alas! for those who depend upon per-
5onal charms for their happiness. Beauty |
Is such subtle thing, it does not seem to !
depend upon facial proportions, or upon
lhe 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 |
npon mere personal charms, They will /
come to disappointment and to great fret. .
There are so many different opinions about
what are personal charms; and then sick
ness, and trouble, and cge, do make such
rayages. The poorest god that woman
ever worships is her own face. The sad
iest sight in all the world is 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 raw
ages of time! When Time, with iron shod |
feet, steps on face, the hoof marks re
main, and you cannot hide them. 1t is |
silly to try to hide them. I think the most |
repulsive fool in all the world is an old |
fool!
Why, my friends, shouldyou be ashamed |
TO be getting old?lt is a sign, it is prima !
facie evidence that you have behaved tOl.
erably we'll or you would not have lived to
this time. The grandest thing, think, is
eternity, and that is made up Of countless
years. When the Bible would set forth the
Of Jesus Christ, it says
'His hair was white as snow" But when
the color goes from the cheek, and the
Iuster from the eye, and the spring from
the step, and the gracefulness from the !
gait, alas! for those who have built their
time and eternity upon good looks. But |
all the passage of years cannot take out of
ones face benignity and kindness, aud
compassion and faith. Culture your heart
and you culture your face. The brightest
glory that ever beamed from a woman's
face is the religion of Jesus Christ. In
The war two hundred wounded. soldiers
came 10 Philadelphia one night, and came
and they had to extemporize
hospital for them, and the Christian
of my church and Of other churches
went out that night to take care Of the
poor wounded fellows. That night saw
q Christian woman go through the wards
Of the hospital, her sleeves rolled up
ready for hard work, her hair disheyeled
in the excitement Of the hour. Her face
was plain. very plain; but after the wounds
we're washed ana tne new bandages we're
put round the splintered limbs, and the
exhausted boy fell off into his first pleasant
sleep, she put her hand on his brow, and
he started in his dream and said: ooh,
thought an angel touched mel" There
may, have been no classic elegance in the