The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1888-03-01

rents toward the tomb; II you did
not make their last days bright
and happy; II you allowed your
younger brother to 20 out into
the world unballowed by Christian and
sisterIy influences; IL you allowed the
younger sisters of your family to come
no without feeling that there had beer
Christian example set them on your part,
there will be nothing but bitterness Of
lamentation. That bitterness will be in
creased by all the surroundings of that
home; by every chair, by every picture,
by the old.time mantel ornaments, by
every thing you can think Of as connected
with that home. All these thinrs will
rouse up agonizing memories. Young
women, have you any thing 70 do in the
way Of making your fathers home hap
pyf Now is the time to attend TO
it, or leave Ii forever undone. Time Is
flying very quickly away. Isuppose You
notice the wrinkles are gathering end
accommodating on those kindly faces
that have so long looked upon you;
there IL frost in the locks; the
foot is not as firm in it's step as It used to
be; and they will soon be gone. The
heaviest clod that ever falls on a parents
coffin-lid Is the memory Of an ungrateful
daughter. o, make their last days bright
and beautiful. Do not act as though they
were in the way. A sk their counsel, seek
their pray ers, and, after long years have
passed and you go out to see the grave
where they sleep, you will find growing
all over the mound something lovlier
than cypress, something sweeter than the
sweet rose, something chaster that the
lilv-the bright and beautiful memories
of flial kindness performed ere the dying
hand dropped on you a bened ction,
and you closed the lids over the weary
eyes Of the worn out pilgrim.
go further, and advise you not to de-
pend for enjoy ment upon mere persona
attractions. 1t would be sheer hypocrisy,
because we may not have il Otrselves, to
despise or affect to despise, beauty In
others. When God gives it he gives II as
a blessing and as a means of useful ness.
David and his army were coming down
from the mountains to DESTROY Nabal and
his focks and VINEYARDS. The beautiful
Abigail the wife of Nabal, went out to
arrest i'm when he came down from the
mountains, and she succeeded. Coming
to the foot of the hill, she knelt. David
with his army of sworn men came
down over the cliffs, and when he
saw her kneeling at the foot Of
the hill he cried "Halt" to his men.
and the caves echoed it: "Halti
haltp That one beautiful woman kneel.
ing at the foot of the cliff had arrested all
those armed troops. A dewdrop dashed
back Niagara. The Bible se's before US
the portraits Of Sarah. and Rebecca, and
Abishag, Absalom's sister. and Jobs
daughters, and saws: "They we're fair TO
look upon" By out door exercise, and by
skill fu arrangement of apparel. let wom-
en- make themS elves attractive. The
sloven has only one mission, and that to
excite our bathing AMI dis st. But alas I!
for those who depend upon personal
charms for th II hapriness. Beauty is
such a subtle thing, II does not seem to de-
pend upon facial IrorOrtOns, or NJ on
the sparkle of the eve or uUon the flrsh
of the cheek. You sometimes find
it among irregular features. 1t is
the soul shining through the fac
that makes one beautiful. But alasl for
those who depend upon mere personal
charms. They will come to disaDpOint-
ment and to great f'et. There are so
many d fferent opinions about what are
persona charms; and then cknesS, and
trouble, and are, do make such ravages.
The poorest god that woman ever wIr-
ships is her own face. The sad lest sight
In all the world is woman VINO has built
every thing on go looks, when the
charms begin to vanish. o, how they try
to cover the wrinkles and hide the raw.
ages of time! When time, with iron shod
feet, steps on a face, the hoof-marks re.
main, and you can not hide them. 1t Is
silly to try to hide them. l think the
most repulsive fool in the world is an old
fool!
Why, nv friends. should you be ashamed
to be getting old? 1t is a sIgu-it is prima
facie evidence that you have behaved toll
crab we'll. or you would not have lived
to this time. The Prandest thing, think,
is eternity, and that is made up of count
less years. When the B BILE would set
forth the attractiveness of Jesus Christ,
It says: His hair was white as snow"
Bnt when the color goes from the cheek,
and the uster from the eve, and the spring
from the step, and the gracefulness from
the gait, alasl for those who have bu 1t
their time and their eternity upon good
looks. But all the pas age of years can
not take out of ones face benignity, and
ndness, and compassion, and faith.
Culture your heart and you culture your
face. The br ghtest glory that ever
beamed from a woman's facs is the rel gion
of Jesus Christ. In the last war two hum
dred wounded soldiers came TO Philadel-
phia one night, and came unheraled, and
they had to extemporizs hospital for
them, and the Christian women of my
church and of other churches went out
that night to take care of the poor wound
ed fellows. That night l saw a Christian
woman go through the wards of the hos
ptal, her sleeves rolled up, ready for hard
work, her hair disheveled in the excite
ment of the hour Her face was plain,
very plain; but after the wounds were
washed and the new bandages were put
round the splintered limbs, and the ex-
hausted boy fell of into his first pleasant
sleep, she put her hand on his brow, and
he started in his dream and said: "Oh, ]
thought an angel touched me"
There may have been no classic ele-
canoe in the features of Mrs. Harris, who
came into the hospital after the ''seven
days" awful fight, as she sat down by a
wounded drummer boy and heard him
soliloquize:
"A ball through my body, and my poor
mother will never again see her boy.
What a pity it isp And she leaned over
him and said:
'|Shall be your mother and comfort
you'll" And he looked up and said:
"Yes; Pll try to think she's here
Please to write a long letter to her and
tell her all about it, and send her locs
| Of my hair and comfort her. But / would
| like to have you tell her how much suf
| fsred-yes, 1 would like you to do that,
| for she would feel so for me. Hold my
| hand white die"
There NAV have been no classic ele