The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-02-06

would rather carry letter for the inspired
Apostle; Mother Lois would rather
educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When
see woman going about her daily duty
with cheerful dignity presiding at the
table; with kind and gentle, but firm dis
cipline presiding in the nursery, going out
into the world without any blast of trum-
pets, following in the footsteps of him who
went about doing goodI say: This is
Vashu with veil ON" But when ! see n
woman of unblushing boldness, loCd-voiced,
with tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with
arrogant look, passing through the streets
with masculine swing, Gayly arrayed in n
very hurricane of millinery, | cry out:
| "Nashti has lost her veilm When | see n
woman struggling for political preferment,
and rejecting the duties of home as
insignificant, and thinking tho offices
of wife, mother and daughter of no impor-
tance, and trying TO force her way on up
into conspicuity, | say; "Ah, what a pity;
Vashti has lost her veil When / see n
woman OF comely features, and of adroit-
ness Of intellect, and endowed with all that
the schools can do for one, and of high SO
cal position, yet moving in society with
Superciliousness and hauteur, as though she
would have people know their place. and an
underlined combination Of Giggle, and strut,
and rodomcntade, endowed with allOpathlc
quantities of talk but only homeopathic in
clerks and railroad conductors, discOverers
of significant meanings in plain conversa-
tlon, prodigies of badness and inuuendo-I
say "NaShti has lost her Yeln
But do not miSinterpret what say into
depreciation of the work of those glorious
and divinely called women who will not be
understood till after they are dead women
like Susan B, Anthony, who are giving their
life for the betterment of the condition of
ThnCp Of hn hof
women have under the laws of this country
an equal chance with men are ignorant of
the laws. A gentleman writes me from
Maryland, saying: Take the laws of this
State. A man and wife start out in life full
or hope in every respect; by their JOINT eff
forts, and as is frequently the case, through
the &C nomic ideas of the wife, succeed in
accommodating a fortune, but they have no
children; they reach old age together, and
then the husband dies What does the law
of this State do thenl Ii says to the widow,
hands off your late husbands property, do
not touch it, the State will find others to
whom it will give that, but you, the widow
must not touch it, only so much as will keep
life within your aged body, that you may
live to see those others enjoy what rightful-
ly should be your own" And the State
seeks the relatives of the deceased husband,
whether they be near or far, whether they
were ever heard of before or not, and trans
ters to them, singly or collectively, the es-
tate of the deceased husband and living
widow
Now, that is a specimen of unjust laws in
all the Safes concerning womanhood. In
stead of flying off to the discussion as to
whether or not the giving of the right of
voting to woman will correct these laws,
let me say to men, be gallant enough, and
fair enough, and honest enough, and
righteous enough, and God-lOving enough,
to correct these wrongs against women by
your own masculine vote. Do not wait for
woman suffrage to come, if it ever does
come, but so far as you can through ballot
boxes, and Legislatures, and Congresses, be-
gin the reformation. But until justice is
done to your sex by the laws of all the
States, women of America take the
platforms and the pulpits, and no honorable
man will charge Vashti with having lost
her veil
Again: / want you this morning to con-
side Vashti the sacrifice. Who is this that
| see coming out of that palace gate of
Shushang 1t seems to me that | have seen
her before. She comes homeless, houseless,
friendless, trudging along with broken
heart. Who is she's 1t is Vashti the sacri-
flee. O, what a change it was from regal
position to a wavfarer's crust. A little
while ago approved and sought for now
none so poor as to acknowledge her ac-
quaintanceship. Vashti the sacrifice. All,
you and | have seen it many time. Here
is a home empalaced with beauty. All that
refinement, and books, and wealth can do
for that home has been done; but Ahasue-
rus. the husband and the father. is taking
hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going
down. After a while he will founder and
struggle like O wild beast in the hunters
net-further away from God, further away
from the right Soon the bright apparel of
the children will turn to rags; soon the
household song will become the sobbing
of a broken heart The old story over
again. Brutal Centaurs breaking up the
marriage feast of Lapithae. The house full
of outrage and cruelty and abomination,
while trudging forth from the palace gate
are Vasht and her children. There are
homes represented in this house this morn
ing that arc in danger Of such breaking
up. o. Ahasuerus, that you should stand
in home by a dissipated life destroying
the peace and comfort of that home. God
forbid that your children should ever have
to wiring their hands and have people point
their finger at them as they pass down the
street, and say: "rhere goes "A drunkard's
child" God forbid that the little feet should
ever have to trudge the path of pOyertyand
wretchedness. God fobrid that any evil
spirit, born Of the wine-cup or the brandy
flask should come forth and uproot that
garden. and with blasting blistering, all
consuming curse, shut forever the palace
gate against Vashti and the children.
Oh, the women and the men of sacrifice
are going to take the brightest coronals Of
heavenl This woman of the text gave pa
latial residence, gave up all for what she
considered right. Sacrificed Is there any
thing more sublime3 A steamer called the
Prairie Belle, burning on the Mississippi
river, Budso, the engineer, declared he
would keep the bow of the boat to the shore
till all were off, and he kept his promise.
At his post, scorched and blackened, he
persisted, but he saved all the passengers.
Two verses of pathetic poetry describe the
scene but the verses are little rough, and
so | changed a word or two:
Through the hot black breath Of the burning
Jim Bludso's voice was heard.
And they all had trust in bis StubborneSs,
And knew he would keep his word.
And sure's you're born they all got of
Afore the smoke stacks fell;
And Budso's ghost went up above
In the smoke Of the Prairie Belle
He weren't no saint but at Judgment
I'd run my chance with jim,
Long side Of some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't shake hands with him
He'd seen his duty, dead sure thing,
And went for it there and then,
And Christ is not gongto be too hard
On man that died for men,"
Once more: want you to look at Vashti
the silent. You do not hear any outcry
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