Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1888-02-20

| mat night saw Christian woman 90
through the wards Of the hospital, her
sleeves rolled up, ready for hard work, her
hair disheyelled in the excitement Of the
hour.
HER FACE WAS PLAIN,
very plain; but after the wounds were
washed and the new bandages were bat
round the splintered limbs, and the e1-
hausted boy fell off into his first pleasant
sleep, she put her hand on his brow, and
he started in his dream, and said: 80, ]
thought an angel touched mel" There
may have been no classic elegance in the
features of Mrs. Harris, who came into the
hospital after the ''Seyen Days. awful
fight, as she sat down by q wounded drum
mer-boy and heard him solilcquizs: "a
ball through my body, and nv poor
mother will never again see her boy. What
q pity it isl" And she leaned over him
and said: "Shall / be your mother, and
comfort you?" And he looked up and
said: 'Yes, I'll try to think she's here
Please to write long letter to her and tell
her all about il, and send her q lock of my
hair and comfort her. But / would like
to havsyou tell her how much I suffered
yes, would like you to do that, for she
would feel 30 for me. Hold my hand
while / die. - Fhere my have
been no classic elegance in her
features, but all the hospitals
Of Harrison's Landing and Fortress
Monroe 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 his 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. IL
is poor compliment to your sex that so
many men feel obliged in your presence to
offer uumeaning compliments. Men capa-
BILE If elegant and elaborate conversation
elsewhere, sometimes feel called upon at
the door of the drawing-room to drop
their common sense and to dole out sick
ening batteries. 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
it honorable to lie to woman. The same
thing that thsy told you on this side Of
the drawing.room, three minutes ago they
said to some one ON the other side of the
drawing-room. o, let no one trample on
your self-respect.
THE MEANEsT THING
on which woman can build her harpi-
ness Is the batteries Of men.
Again: charge you not 10 depend for
happiness upon the discipleship Of worldli-
ness. have seen men Ls vain Of their old
fashioned and their eccentric hat as your
braiuless fop is proud Of his dangling fool
cries. Fashion sometimes makes rea-
sonable demand OF rs, and then we ought
to yield to it. The daisies OF the field
have their fashion Of color and leaf; the
honeysuokles have their fashion of car
drop; and the snowf1akes flung out of the
winter heavens have their fas hion Of ex-
quisiteness. After the summer shower the
sky weds the earth with ring Of rainbow.
And l do hot thiuk we have right to de-
spise the elegancies ard fashions Of
this world, especially If they make
reasonable demands upon us; but the dis.
cipleship and worship of fashion is death 10
the body, and death to the soul. ! am
glad the world is improving. Look at the
fashion plates Of the seventeenth and
eighteenth centuries, and you will fnd
that the world is not So extravagant and
extraordinary now as it was then, aQd all
the marvellous things that the grand
daughter will do will never equal that
done by the grandmother. Go still farther
hack, to the Bible times, and you find that
in those time fashion welded more ter
rible sceptre. You have only to turn to
tie third chapter of Isaiah, portion OF
the Scriptures from which once preached
TO you q sermon, to read, Because the
daughters of Zion are ha ushty, and walk
with stretched forth necks and wanton
eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and
making tinkling with their feet: In that
day the Lord
WILL TAKE AWAY THE BRAVERY
of their tiukling ornaments about their
feet, and their cauls, and their round tires
like the moon, the chains, and the bracelets,
and the mutilers, the bonnets, and the
head-bands, and the tablets, and the ear
rings, the rings, and the nosejewels, the
changeable suits of apparel, and the man
ties, and the whimp.eg, and the crisping
pins, the glasses, and the fine linen, and
the hoods, and the veils." Only think of
a woman having all that 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, re.
laxed it's energies. All the splendors and
the extravaganza Of this world died into
your robe and flung over your shoulder
cannot wrap peace around your heart for
single moment. The gayest wardrobe
will utter no voice or coldolence in the
day of trouble and darkness. That
woman is grandly dressed, and only
she, who is wrapped in the robe Of
Saviour's Righteousness. The home may
be very humble, the hat may b. very
plain. the frock may be very coarse; but
the halo Of heaven settles in the room
where she wears it, and the faintest touch
of the resurrection angel will change that
garment into rsiment exceeding white, so
as no fuller on earth could whiten it. /
come to you, young women, to day, to
say that this world cannot make you
nappy. KNOW IL Is DIlRub WoIIu, Win
glorious sunshine, and golden rivers, and
fir, worked sunset, and bird orchestra,
and the darkest cave has its cry stalls, and
the wrathiest wave its foam wreath, and
the coolest midnight 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 confsgration. You will never
be happy until you get your sins forgiven
and allow Christ Jesus to take full posses
sion of your soul. He will be your friend
in every perplexity. He will 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 lie help. His touch is life. His
smile is heaven. o, come, then, in focks
and groups. Come, like the south wind
over banks of myrrh. Come like the
morning light tripping over the noun
tains. Wreathe all your affections on
Christ's brow, set all your gems in Christs
coIonet, pour all your voices into Christ's