Milford chronicle., 1888-02-24

your nuLutf GuullNfb your ana ne
looked up and said: Eyes, IN try to think
she's here. Please to write long letter to
her and tell her all about it, and send her
lock of my hair and comfort her. But I
would like to have you tell her how much
suffered-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
elegance in her features, hpt all the hospitals
Of Harrison's Landing and Fortress Monroe
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 hap
piness upon the batteries Of men,. Il is 0
poor compliment to your sex that 50 many
men feel obliged in your presence to offer I'M
meaning compliments. Men capable OF ele-
CANT and elaborate conversation elsewhere
sometimes feel called upon at the door Of the
drawing room to drop their common sense
and to dole out sickening batteries. Th~y
say things about your dress, and about sour
appearance, that you know, and they know.
arc false They say you are an angel
You know You are not. Determined
to tell the truth in office and sLore
and shop, they consider it honorable
to lie to a woman. The same thing that
they told you ON this sids Of the drawing
room three minutes ago they said to some
one on the other side Of the drawing room.
On, let no one trample on your 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 hap
piness upon the discipleship of worldliness.
have seen men as vain Of their cd fashioned
and their eccentric hat as your brainless f0p
is proud Of his dangling iooierios. Fashion
sometimes makes a reasonable demand Of US,
and then we ought to yield to it. The daisies
Of the field have their fashion Of color and
leaf; the honeysuczies have their fashion of
ear drop. and the snowfiakes flung out Of the
winter heavens have their fashion of exqui-
siteness. After the summer shower the sky
weds the earth with ring Of rainbow. and
do not think we have right to despise the
elegancies and fashions Of this world, espe-
cially if they make reasonable demands upon
US; but the discipleship aud worship Of fash
ion is death to tha body end death to the
soul. am glad the world is improving,
Look at the fashion plates Of the Seventeenth
and Eighteenth centuries, and you will find
that the world is not so eXtrayagant and ex-
traordinary now as it was then and all the
marvellous things that the granddaughter
will do will never equal that done by the
grandmother. Go still farther back, to tho
Bible times, and you find that in those
times fashion welded a more terrible
scepter. You have only to turn to the third
chapter Of Isaiah, a portion of tho Scriptures
from which once preached 10 YOU a sermon,
to read: because the daughters Of Zion are
naughty, and walk with stretched forth necls
and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as
they 60, and making 4 tinkling with their
feet: In that day ths Lord will take away
the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about
their feet, and their cauls, and their round
tires like the moOl, the chains and the brace
let's and the muiIicTs, the bOnnets, and the
head bands, and tn tablets, and the car
rings, the rings, and tho nose jewels, the
changeable suits Of apparel, and tho mantles,
and the wimpies, and the crisping pins, the
glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and
the veilsn Only think Of a woman having
all that on l am glad that the world is
getting better, and that fashion, which has
dominated in the world so ruinously in other
days, has for a little time, for a little degree
at any rate, relaxed its energies All the
splendors 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 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
a Saviour's righteousness. The home may
be very humble, the hat may be very plain,
the frock may be very coarse; but tho halo
of heaven settles in 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 whiten it. 1 como to you, young
women. today, to say that this world cannot
make you happy / know it is a bright
world, with glorious sunshine, and golden
rivers, and fire worked sunset, and bird
orchestra, and the darkest cave has its crys-
tails, and the wrathiest wavo It's foam wreath,
and the coldest midnight its flaming
aurora; but God will put out all these
lights with the blast OF his own nostrils,
and the glories of this world will perish in
the final conhagration. 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 sepulcher OF a dead
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living Jesus. His word is peace His look
is love. His hand is help His touch is lifo.
His smile is heaven Oh, come, then, in
focks and groups. Come like tho south wind
over banks Of myrrh. Come like the
morning light tripping over the mountain.
Wreathe all your affections on Christ's brow,
set all your gems in Christ's corOnet, pour all
your voices into Christ's song, and let this
Sabbath air rustic with the wings Of rejOic-
ing angels and the towers Of God ring out
the news Of souls saved.
This world its fancicd pearl may crave,
lis 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;
Oh, that's the pearl for me.
The snow was very deep, and it was still
falling rapidly, when, in the first year Of my
ministry, 1 hastened 10 see young woman
die. It was a very humble home. She was
an orphan: her father had been shipwrecked
on the banks Of Newfoundland Shs had
earned her own living. As 1 entered the
room saw nothing attractive No pictures
No tapestry. Not even q cushioned chair.
The snow on the window easement was
not whittier than the cheek Of that
dying girl It was . face never to
10 forgotten. Sweetness and majesty Of
soul, and faith in God. had 0ivNn her
matchless beauty, and the sculptor who could
have caught the outlines Of those features,
and frozen them into stone, would have
made himself immortal With her large,
brown eyes she looked calmly into the great
eteTuity. sat down by her bedside and
said: snow tell mo all your troubles and
sorrows, and struggles and doubts She re-
pliedl II haYe no doubts or struggles. Il is
all plain to me. Jesus has smoothed tho 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.
'Oh, death where is thy stingf Alr. Tai
mage, wonder II this is not the bliss Of
dying9 I said, eyes, think it must be-"
l fingered around the couch. The sun
was setting, and her sister lighted candle.
/ She lighted tho candle for me. The dying