Telegram-herald., 1889-12-02

In another place woman is trimming a
lamp; Dorcas brought the oil. In another
place, a family that had not been at table for
many a week are gathered now, for Dorcas
has brought bread.
"DoRcAs IS DEAD"
But there is a sudden pause in that wo-
mans ministry. They say: Where Is Dor
casi Why, we haven't seen her for many a
dav. Where is Dorcasi" And one Of these
poor people goes up and knocks at the door
and finds the mystery solved. AL through
the haunts Of wrctchedneSs the news comes,
"Dorcas is sick.n No bulletin flashing from
the palace gate, telling the stages OF kings
disease, is more anxiously awaited for than
the news from this sick benefactress. Alas
for Joppal there is wailing, wailing. That
voice which has uttered so many cheerful
words is hushed; that hand which had made
so many garments for the poor is cold and
still; the star which had poured light into
the midnight of Indebtedness is dimmed by
the binding mists that go up from the river
OF death. In every God forsaken place in
this town; wherever there is a sick child aud
no balm; wherever there is hunger and no
bread: wherever there is guilt and no COM
miSeration: wherever there is a broken heart
and no comfort, there are deSpairing looks,
and streaming eyes, and frantic gesticulatiOns
as they cry: "DorcaS is deadl" They send
for the apostle Peter, VINO happens to be in
the suburbs of this place, slipping with tan
ner by the name of Simon. Peter urges his
way through the crowd around the door, and
stands in the presence of the dead. What
expostulation and grief all about himl Here
stand some of the poor people, who show the
kaH Ia
for them. Their grief cannot be appeased.
The apostle Peter wants TO perform a mira
Gle. He will not do II amidst the excited
crowd. so he kindly orders that the whole
room be cleared. The door is shut against
the populace The apostle stands now with
the dead Oh, it is a serious moment, you
know, when you are alone with lifeless
bodyl The apostle gets down on his knees
and prays, and then he comes to the lifeless
form Of this one all ready for the sepulcher,
and, in the strength Of him who is the resur-
rection. he exclaims: "Tabitha, arisel" There
is stir in the fountains Of life; the heart
futters; the nerves thrill; the cheek aushes;
the eye opens, she sits upl
We see in this subject Dorcas the disciple,
Dorcas the benefaotrcss, DorcaS the lament
ed, Dorcas the resurrected
A MODEL FOR ALL WOMEN.
II had not seen that word disciple in my
text would have known this woman was a
Christian Such music as that never cane
from a heart which is not chorded and strung
by divine grace. Before l show you the
needlework of this woman | want TO show
you her regenerated heart, the source Of a
pure hfe and Of all Christian charities. /
wish that the wives and mothers and daugh-
ters and sisters Of al the earth would initiate
Dorcas in her discipleship. Before you cross
the threshold Of the hospital, before you enter
upon the temptations aud trials OF to-mor-
row, / charge you, in the name OF
God and bY the turmoil and tumuit
of the judgment day, o Womenl that
you attend to the first. last and great
est duty Of your hfe-ths seeking for God
ard being q. peace with him. When the
trumpet shall sound there viii be an uproar
aud a wreck cf mountain and continent, and
no human arm can help you. Amidst the
rising Of the dead, and amidst the boiling OK
wonder sea, and amidst the live. leaping thun-
iars OF toe flying heavens calm aud placid
vii bs svarT von1an's heart who hath put
her trust IN Christ, calm, Notwithstanding all
the tumuit. as though the FIRE in tha heavens
were only the gildi nEs of an auturnnal sun
So. as thougn tne peal Of the trumpet were
only the harmony Of A. orchestra. as though
tae awful voices = the sky were but = group
~ friends bursting through a gateway AZ
evantime wi5h laughter, sni shouting. Dor
cas- the disciple~ Would God tast every
MsrE and every Martha would this dsy SO
down s- the feet ~ JssUsi
Dorrss THE RrvEFkCTzEss
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corn. bas sung the praises = ths pow. I tel
v-a tfs ureises q th> needle From the 6g-
lssf r1he prepared u the garden of Edsn o.
the asst sti-eh taken on the garment for ths
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ssarned ne zrl.s q the h.Eh priest; il
fs.e -aed the curtains n the sncieat taher.
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