The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-03-02
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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 bis 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 q poor compliment to your sex that 60
many men feel obliged in your presence
to offer unmeaning compliments.
elaborate convers alton elsewhere,
sometimes feel called upon at the door OF
the drawing e room to drop thei3 common
sense and to dole out sickening fiatteTteu-
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 II honorable
to lie to a woman The same thing that
they told you on this side Of the dra wing
ry ON three minutes ago they said to some
one on the other side Of the drawing
room. oh, let no one trample on your
self.Tespect The meanest thing on which
| = woman can build her happiness is the
batteries of men.
Again, / charge you not 60 depend for
happiness upon the discipleship OF world
illness. have seen men as vain OF their
old-fashioned and their eccentric hat as
ling fooleries. Fashion sometimes makes
q reasonable demand OF US, and then we
ought to yieid TO il. The daisies OF tho
field have their fashion of color and ieafi
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 a right
to despise the elegancies and fashions OF
this world, especially II they make
reasonable demands upon us,
but the diseiPleship and worship
of fashion is death 70 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 win fnd
/ that the world Is not so extravagsnt and
| extraordinary 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
| ther 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, portion of the Scriptures from
which once preached to you a sermon,
to read:
Because the daughters OF Zion are naughty
| and walk with stretohed-tnrth neclEs and wan
| ton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and
/
| the Lord will take away tho bravery of their
| tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their
| cauls, and their round tires like the moon, the
| chains and the bracelets, aud the munlers, the
| bonnets, and the headbcnds, and the tablets,
and the earrings, the rings and the nose-i0wels,
| the changeable suits OF apparel and the man
ties, and the wimpies, and the crisping pins, tho
glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and
the walls
Only think Of a woman having Gil that
on am glad the world Is getting better
and that fashion which was dominated In
the world so ruinously in other days has
for little time, for Ii title degree at any
rate relaxed It's energies. All the spleu-
doris and extravaganza of this world dyed
into your robe and flung over your shoul.
der can not wrap peace around your heart
for single moment The gayest ward
robe viii utter no voice Of condoienoe in
the day OF trouble and darkness. That
| woman In grnndly 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 the halo of
| Heaven settles in the room when she
wears it, and the faintest touch Of tho
! resurrection angel will change that gar
ment into rniment exceeding white, so as
no fuller on earth could whiten Il.
This world les fancied pearl may crave,
| 'Tis not the pearl for me;
| Twill dim its lustcr IN the grave,
But there's a pearl Of price untold,
Which never can be bought with gold;
| o, that's tho pearl for me.
The snow was very deep, and it was
still falling rapidly when, inithe first year
of my Christian ministry, I hRstenod TO
see young woman die. IT, was a very
humble home She was an orphan; her
| father had been shipwrecked on the
banks Of newfoundland. She had earned
her own living. As I entered the room
saw nothing attractive. No pictures, no
| tapestry, not even n cushioned chair.
The snow on the window easement was
not whittier than the cheek Of that dying
/ girl. It was a 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 outlines Of those features and frozon
them into stone would have made himself
| immortal With her large brown oyes she
/ looked calmly into reab eternity. ]
sat down by her bedsde and said:
''Now tell mo all your troubles, and sor.
rows, and struggles, and doubts" She
| replied;
II have no doubts or struggles. It is all
plain to me. Jesus has smoothed the
way for my feet. 1 wish when you 20 10
your pulpit next Sunday, you would tell
the young people that religion will make
them happy. % death, where is thy
stingP Mr.. Talmage, wonder IL this Is
not the bliss OF dying" said:
"Yes, think It must be-" I fingered
around the couch. The sun was setting,
and her sister lighted @ candle. She
lighted the candle for me. The dying
girl, the dawn OF Heaven in her face,
needed no candle. / rose to 90, and she
said:
Il thank you for coming. Good nighti
When we meet again IL viii bs in Heaven
--ln Heavenl Good night good nighti"
For her IL was good night to tears, good
night to poverty, good night to death;
but when the sun rose agalnit was
good morning. The light Of another day
had burst I'm upon her soul. Good
| morningl The angels were singing her
welcome home, and tho hand OF Christ
was putting upon her brow a garland.
Good morningl Her sun rising. Her palm
waving. Her spirit eXulting before
the throne of God Good morningi Good
morningi The white lily Of poor Mar.
garet's cheek had blushed into the rose Of
health immortal, and the SHOWS through
which we carried her 70 the country
graveyard we're symbols Of that robe
which she wears, so white that no fuller
on earth could whiten it.
, My sister, my daughter, may your last
! end be like hersi
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