The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1888-02-20
THE LIFE OF WOMAN.
Continued rro,. FIRST Pace.


the frock may be very coarse, but the halo
OF heaven settles in tho room when she
wears it, and the faintest touch OF the res.
direction angel will change that garment
INTO raiment exceeding white, so as no
fuller on earth could whiten It. come to
you, young women, today to say that this
world cannot make you happy. know it
is 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 midnight its
flaming aurora: but God will put out all
these lights with the blast OF his own nos
trils,. and the glories OF this world will per-
ish in the final conhagration. You will
never be happy until you get your sins for
given and allow Christ Jesus to take full
possession OF your soul. lie 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
sepulcher OF dead Christ, but to bring
your all to the feet Of living Jesus. His
word is peace. His look is love. His hand
is help. His touch is life. His smile Is
heaven. Oh, come, then, in hocks aud
groups. Come, like the south wind over
banks Of myrrh. Come like the morning
light tripping over the mountains.
Wreathe all your affections on Christ's
brow, set all your gems in Christ coronet,
pour all your voices into Christ song, and
let this Sabbath air rustic with the wings
OF rejoicing angels, and the towers OF God
ring out the news OF souls saved.
This world It's iancied pearl may crave
It's not the pearl for me:
Twill dim Its luster In the grave,
Twill perish In the sea.
hut there's pearl of price untold.
Which never can be bought with gold
On that's the pearl for me-"
The snow was very deep, and il was still
falling rapidly when, in the first year of
my Christian ministry, fastened TO see
young woman die. Ii 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 | entered the room | saw
nothing attractive. No pictures. No
tapestry. Not even cushioned chair.
The snow on the window easement was
not whittier than the check OF that dying
girl. IL was 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 frozen
them into stone would have made himself
Immortal. With her large brown eyes
she looked calmly into the great eternity.
| sat down by her bedside and said: "Now
tell me all your troubles, and sorrows, and
struggles, and doubts" She replied 81
have no doubts or struggles. II is all
plain to me. Jesus has smooihed the way
Tor my feet. wish when you 20 TO your
pulpit next Sunday you would tell the
young people that religion will make
them happy. % death, whcro is
thy stingY Mr. Talmage, wonder
II this is not the bliss of dying2'
| said: "Yes, | think II must be"
fingered around the couch. The SIM
was setting, and her sister lighted can
die. She lighted the candle Tor me. The
dying girl, the dawn OF heaven in her face,
needed no candle. rose TO go, and she
said: 81 thank you for coming Good
night When VIC meet again Il will be in
heaven-in heayenl Good night" For
her II was good night toaears, good night
to poverty, good night TO death; but when
the sun rose again II was good morning.
Tho light Of another day had buBt in upon
her soul. Good morning. The angels
were singing her welcome home, and the
hand OF Christ was putting upon her brow
a garland. Good morning Her sun ris-
ing. Her palm waving. Her spirit ex-
ulting before the throne OF God. Good
morning. Good morning. The white
lily Of poor Margarct's cheek had blushed
into the rose OF health immortal, and the
SHOWS through which We carried her 10
that robe which she wears, so white that
no fuller OH earth could whiton 1t.
My sister, my daughter, may your last
end be like hens.