The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1891-11-05

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son, president Of the English Wes-
leyan conference, presented the reso-
| lutions of thanks, and made stirring
address, sounding the keynote for
Bishop John f. Hurst, whose closing
address was eloquent and over
flowing with good fellowship. With
leculiar pathos he referred to the
blessing this conference had conferred
| by it's presence, the beautlfnl spirit OF
unity that had prevailed and the close
communion of heart with heart and
soul with soul which had bound them
with invisible cords of love that could
not be broken. He dwelt upon the
rich memories they would all cherish
of this season, quoting from those
rare old Irish melodies:
You may break, you may shatter the vase if
But the scent of the roses will hang round it
still"
1t may be that we will not all meet
at the next conference, but that is not
matter of any consequence. We
will be united forever when we enter
the kingdom and stand before the
throne ito behold the King in his
beauty and go out no more forever
After half an hour spent in singing
and prayer, the conference adjourned
sine die. Mrs. Bishop Newman pre-
sented each Of the delegates with q
slip of ivy which grows on the church,
the original plant having been brought
from Wiltemberg, where Martin Luz
theirs name still echoes today; so the
little memento had double meaning.
English nobility decries intemper-
ance. On Tuesday evening Metropol-
itan church was packed throughout
it's vast auditorium and the lecture
room below filled with the overflow
of people thronging to hear Lady
Henry Somerset, of England, speak
on the temperance question. Promptly
her ladyship appeared and was intro
duced in a most graceful manner by
Bishop John f. Hurst. Lady Somer-
set is of medium height, with we'll
rounded figure, beautiful and self
poise, graceful, and a face bright as
sunshine and a smile that goes to the
heart. AS she stepped forward hun
dreds of handkerchiefs waved her
cordial welcome. Lady Somerset
talked with much earnestness, sketch
ing London life and misery with a
faithful hand, dwelling upon the
Whitechapel horrors and urging the
people to awake to the magnitude Of
the work before them in rescuing the
perishing thousands at their very
doors. She rejoiced to know that
American women were not so STEPPED
in this awful vice as were the women
of her own country. A watch was set
on 300 saloons in London and within
forty-eight hours 5000 women and
5000 men had entered those portals Of
perdition. She urged individual eff
fort, and with Il sweet apology for per-
sonal mention, begged, because eXpe-
rience was the thing that sooner
touched the heart, to take leaf from
her own life page. With fervOr she
described a grand old English house
where every comfort and luxury that
wealth could bring surrounded the
occupants. Often as the guests gath
cred in the great dining hall they
were pleased to watch the little pratt.
| tiers Of the hOuse-a lovely boy and
girl-as they slipped around the table
and slipped the wine from the glasses.
The boy grew larger and after time
tossed off the wine from his own glass,
and the father would eXclaim, "bravo,
my boy!" The years sped fast, and
ere that boy was q he was laid in a
drunkard's grave, Then the girl
grew to womanhood, married, and
rejoiced in the love of noble hus-
band and beautiful children. But
there came a blight upon that house
hold and Lady Somerset knew
her dear friend, the wife and
mother was tampering too freely with
the wine-glass. 81 went to her and
pleaded, as though for my life, that
she would give it up. After listening
to me, she thought, then asked, "wilI
you give it up?" Remember friends,
that had been reared in my own old
English home to believe that health
could hardly exist without tho use of
wine; | hardly heard ola temperance
meeting; and had never awakened to
the awful misery in the world, so / re-
piled, "Give me twenty-four hours,
and l will tell you.n l left her, and
thinking over it, became aroused to
the necessity of action, and returning,
said, 81 have decided, God helping
me, will never touch it againU But
she said, at is too late, l can never
give III up" IOQay she is ruined
woman, her home is broken, her hus-
bands heart is crushed, and to all
eternity the thought will ever be pres
ent with me-"if you had given de-
cided answer that day, she would
have been saved" Lady Somerset's
simple confession, tremblingly, pas
sionately uttered made profound i'm
preston, especially when she added:
promised, as long as God spared
my life, time, talents, means, all
should be given to this work-and
nobly she is holding her own.
Lady Somerset is a member Of two
churches of England, and president OF
the London branch of the Women's
Christian Temperance Union.
A magnificent basket Of roses
was presented to her by
Mrs. La Fetea in the
name of the Women's Christian Tenn
perance Union, of this city.
1 have often believed that if the
women would go out to the women
with the gospel of temperance much