The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1888-03-01

IA a poor compliment to your sex that 90
many men feel obliged In your Tesence
TO offer unmeaning compliments.
Men capable OF elegant ano
elaborate convers alton elsewhere,
sometimes feel called upon at the door OF
the drawing-room to drop their common
sense and TO dole out sickening batteries.
They saw things about your dress ana
about vour appearance that you know
and thew know are false. They say
Won are an angel. You know you arr not
determined to tell the truth In Office, and
store. and shop, they consider It honorable
TO lie TO a woman. The same thing that
they told you on this side OF the drawing
rvorn three minutes ago they said to SONS
one on the other side of the drawing
room. Oh, let no one trampie on your
seLf.respect. The meanest thing on which
a woman can bald her happiness 10 ths
batteries of men.
Again, ! charge you not to depend Iof
happiness upon the d scipleship oil wor'd"
illness. have seen men as vain 0. tneiE
old.fashioned and their eccentric hat as
your brainiess fop is proud OF MS Dang
ling fooieries. Fashion sometimes makes
n reasonable demand of us, and then we
ought to yield to it. The daisies of the
field have their fash ion of color and leaf;
the honeysuckles have their fashion OF
ear-drop, and the snowfakes flung out OF
the winter heavens have their fashion OF
exouisitness. After the summer shower
the sky WEEDS the earth with ring OF rain
bow, And do not think we have q, right
TO despise the elegancies and fashi ons OF
this world, especially IL they make
reasonable demands upon usi
but the dlscipleship and worship
of fashion Is death to the
body, and death to the Isoul. l am glad
the world is improving. Look at the
fashion plates of the seventeenth AND
e ghteenth centuries and you will fad
that the world is not so extravaganza and
extraordinary now as 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
| Their 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, a portion of the Scriptures from
which ! once preache to you Sermon
| to read:
Because the daughters OF Zion are naughty
| and walk with street.-the I-forth necks and wan
| ton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and
! making tinbling with their feet; in that day
| the Lord will take away the bravery of their
| tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their
| cauls, and their round tires like the moon, the
| chains and the bracelets, and the munlers, the
| bonnets, and the headbands, and the tablets
and the earrings, the rings and the nose Jewels
| the changeable suits OF apparel, and the man.
ties and the wimples, and the crisping pins, the
| glasses, and the fine lin n, and the hoods, an6
| the walls.
| Only think of a woman having all that
| oni ! am glad the world is getting better
| and that fashion which was dom mated In
| the world so ruinously in other days has
| for little time, for little degree at any
rate. relaxed its energies. All the splen-
doris and extravaganza of this world dyed
! into your robe and flung over your shout
| der can not wrap peace around your heart
| for a 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 the halo OF
| Heaven settles in the room when she
| wears it, and the intest touch OF the
resurrection angel will change that gar
ment into raiment exceeding white, so as
no fuller on earth could whiten it,
come to you, young WON .
| en-, to-day to say that this world
can not make you happy. know 1t ia q
bright world, with glorious sunshine. and
| golden rivers, and fire-worked sunset,
and bird orchestra, and the darkest cave
has its crystals, and the wrathiest wave
its foam wreath, and the coolest m idnight
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 conhagraton. 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
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 sepulchre of dead
Christ, but to bring your all to the feet OF
a living Jesus. His word Is peace. His
look is love. His hand is help. His touch
is life. His smile is Heaven. o, come,
then, in Hocks and groups Come Ike the
south wind over banks OF myrrh. Come
like the morning light tripping over the
mountains. Wreath all your affections
on Christ's brow, set all your gems In
Christ's coronet, pour all your voices into
Chrst's song, and let this Sabbath ali
rustic with the wings Of rejoicing angels,
and the towers of God ring out the news
of souls saved.
This world its fancied pearl may crave,
IT'S 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;
o, that's the pearl for me.
The snow was very deep, and il was
still falling rapidly when, in!the first yea,
of my Christian ministry, fastened Il
see a young woman e. 1t was very
humble home. She was an orphan; hel
father had been shipwrecked on tn,
banks of Newfoundland. She had earned
her own living. AS l entered the room
saw nothing attractive. No pictures, ne
tapestry, not even cushioned chair
The snow on the window easement wal
not whittier than the cheek of that dyinl
girl. 1t was face never to be forgotten
Sweetness and majesty of soul and faitl
in God had given her a matchless beauty
and the sculptor who could have caught
the outlines OF those features and frozer
them into stone would have made himself
immortal. With her large brown eyes shI
looked calmly into the great eternity.
sat down by her bedside and said:
NOW tell me all your troubles, and sor
rows, and struggles, and doubts" Sht
replied;
81 have no doubts or struggles. 1t Is al
plain to me. Jesus has smoothed tbs
way for my feet. / wish when You go h
your pulpit next Sunday, you would tel
the young people that religion will make
them happy. % death, where is thy
stingr Mr.. Talmage, l wonder IL this Is
not the bliss of dying?" said:
Eyes, think 1t must be-" l LINGERIE,
around the couch. The sun was setting
and her sister lighted candle. Sh
lighted 1.-THE candle for me. The dyinl
girl, the dawn of Heaven in her face
needed no candle. ! rose TO go, and sht
said;
81 thank you for coming. Good night