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


are false. They say you are an angel
You know you are not. Determined h
tell the truth in Office, and store, and shop
they consider it honorable to lie to a wo
man. The same thing that they told yoJ
on this side of the drawiDg-roOm three
minutes ago they said TO some one on thu
other side Of the drawing room. Oh, le
no one trample on your self-respect. Th'
meanest thing on which a woman can buil(
her happiness is the batteries of men.
Again; / charge you not to depend fol
happiness upon the discipleship of world
l1ness. l have seen men as vain of theil
old-fashioned and their eccentric hat at
your brninless fop is proud of his dang.
ling fooleries. 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
honeysuckle have their fashion Of ear
drop; and the snowflakes flung out Of the
winter heavens have their fashion of ex-
quisiteness. After the summer shower
the sky weds the earth with ring of rain
bow. And l do not think we have a right
to despise the elegancies and fashions of
this world, especially if they make reason
able demands upon us; but the dicipleshlp
and worship of fashion is death to the
body, and death to the soul. I 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 extravagant, and extra
ordinary 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
the Bible times, and you find in those times
q TuTa Il in1 kaV
You have only to turn to the third chapter
of Isaiah, portion of the Scriptures from
which once preached to you sermon, to
read: Because the daughters of Zion are
naughty, and walk with stretched forth
necks and wantOn eyes, walking and minc-
ing as they go, and making tinkling with
their feet: In that day the Lord will take
away the bravery of their tinkling orna-
ments about their feet, and their cauls, and
their round tires like the moon, the chains,
and the bracelets, ana the mufflers, the
bonnets, and the head bands, and the tab
lets, and the earrings, the rings, and the
nose jewels, the chqngeable suits ef ap-
parel, and the mantles, and the wimpIsS,
and the crisping pins, the glasses, and the
fine linen, and the hoods, and the veils.T
Only think of O woman having all thas on!
| am glad that the world is getting better,
and that fashion, which has dominated in
the world so ruinously in other days, has
for little time, for little degree at any
rate, relaxed its energies. All the splen-
doTs 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
wardrobe 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
The homo may be very
humble, the hat may be very plain, the
frock may be very coarse; but the halo in
Heaven settles in the room when she wears
it, and the faintest touch of the resurrec-
lion angel will change that garment into
raiment exceeding white, so as no fuller on
earth could whiten it. l come to you,
young women, TO. day, to say that this world
cannot make you happy. know it is O
bright world with glorious sunshine, and
golden rivers, freworked sunset, and bird
and the darkest cave has its
crystals, and the wrathiest wave its foam
wreath, and the coolest midnight its
tanning aurora; but God will put out ali
hese lights with the blast of His own nos
rils, and the glories of this world will
perish in the final conhagration. You will
lever be happy until you get your sins
orgiven and allow Christ Jesus to take
ull possession of your soul. He will be
our friend in every perplexity. He will !
'e your comfort in every trial. He will be |
our defender in every strait. do not !
lsk you to bring, like Mary, the spices to |
he sepulcher of dead Christ, but TO BRING |
'our all to the feet of living Jesus. His |
word is peace. His look is love. His !
land is help. His touch is life. His smile |
S Heaven. Oh, come, then, in focks and |
groups. Come, like the south wind over
banks Of myrrh. Come, like the morning !
light tripping over the mountains.
Nreathe all your affections on Christs
BROW, set all your gems in Chrisrs coronet,
Iour all your voices into Christs song, and
ct this Sabbath air rustic with the wings
VI rejoicing angels, and the towers of God
ing ont the news of souls saved.
This world its fancied pearl may crave,
mis- not the pearl for me;
Twill dim it's 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, in the first year of
my Christian ministry, hastened to see a
Young woman die. 1t was a very humble
home. She was an orphan; her father had
been shipwrecked on the banks of New
foundlRnd. She had earned her own liv-
ing. AS / entered the room ! saw nothing
attractive. No pictures. No tapestry. Nos
even a cushioned chair. The snow on the
window easement was not winter than the
cheek of that dying girl. 1t was q face
never to be forgotten. Sweetness and
majesty of soul, and faith in God, had
given her matchless beauty, and the
sculptor who could have caught the out
ines of those features, and frozen them
into stone, would have made himself i'm
mortal. With her large, brown eyes she
looked calmly into the great eternity.
sat down by her bedside and said "Now
tell me all your troubles, and sorrows, and
struggles. and doubts. She re-
piled: II have no doubts or
struggles. 1t is all plain to me, Jesus
has smoothed the way for my feet. wish
when you 90 to your pulpit next Sunda~
iou would tell the young people that re-
ligion will make them happy. ooh, death,
where is thy sting?' Mr.. Talmage, |
wonder if this is not the bliss OF dying?"
| said: "Yes, think it must be-" | lin
gered around the couch. The sun was set
ting, and her sister lighted candle. She
lighted the candle for me. The dying
girl, the dawn of Heaven in her face,
needed no candle. I rose to go, and she
said: If thank you for coming. Good
night! When we meet again it will be in
Heavenl Good night! Good
night" For her it was good night
to poverty, good night to death;
but when the sun rose again it was
good morning. The light of another
day had burst in upon her soul. Good
The angels we're singing her
welcome home, and the hand Of Christ was
putting upon her brow garland. Good
Her sun rising. Her palm
exulting before the throne Of God. Good
Good morning The white lily
of poor Margarets cheek had blushed into
the rose Of health immortal, and the SHOWS
through which We carried her to the
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