Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-12-05

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The hiz1crica1 imei6snfs which shOw -
wemAns ooaraos would roass itssh -
greas emsrgency-
But ! need not % 20 fas. Tea hsvs
known some one who was considered .
mere butterfly in society. Her hand had
known no toll Her eye bad vept no tear
over misfortune. She moved amoug
ebsequious admirers - careless - m
insect in 6sld Of blossoming buckwheat.
But IN 1867 financial tempest struck the
husbands estate. Before he had time
10 reef sail and make things snug the
ship capsized ard went down. Enemies
cheered at the misfortune and wondered
what would become Of the butterfly.
/ Good men pitied and said she would die
Of a broken heart.
s.Shs will net work, }" say they. land
she is too proud to beg" But the prophe-
cies have failed. Disaster has trans
formed the shining sluggsrd into prac-
teal worker-happy - . princes,
though compelled to hush her own child
to sleep and spread her own table and
answer the ringing of her own doorben.
Her arm had been muscled for ths con-
hict against misfortune, hunger and
poverty and want. and all the other
jackals Rizpah scares from the rock.
THE PATIENT, rofIINo MOTHER
I saw one in desolate home. Her
merciless companion had pawned even
- H. - To- Ex.ovsS hon
orable ancestry she had come down to
this. The cruise of oil was empty and
the last candle gone out. Her faded
frock was patched with fragments Of
antique silk that she had worn On the
bright marriage day. Confident In God,
she had o strong heart, to which her
children ran when they trembled ut the
staggering step and quailed under ia
Tiers curse. Though the heavens were
filed with fierce wings and the thickets
CRASHED with rage. Rizpah watched
faithfully day after day and year after
year, and wolf and cormorant by her
God strengthened arm were hurled down
the rocks.
You pass day by day along streets
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Joan Of Arc. Upon that cellar floor
there are conflicts as fierce as Sedan,
and heaven and hell mingle in the fight.
Lifted in that garnet there are tribunals
where moro fortitude Is demanded than
was exhibited by Lady Jane Grey OF
Mary, queen Of Scots.
Now ask, il nero natural courage
can do SO much, what may we not expect
of women who have gszed ON the great
sacrifice, and who are urged forward by
all the voices Of grace that sound from
the Bible and all the notes Of victory
that speak from the SKYE Many years
ago the Forfarshire steamer started from
Hull bound for Dundee. After the yes
sci had been out little while the winds
began to rave and pillows rise until q
tempest was upon them. The vessel
leaked, and the fires went out, and though
| the sails were hoisted fore and aft she
went speeding toward the breakers. She
struck with her bows foremost on the
rock. The vessel parted. Amid the
whirlwind and the darkness all were lost
but nine. These chung to the wreck on
| the beach.
Sleeping that night in Longstons
lighthouse was . girl Of gentle spirit
and comedy countenance. As the morn
ing dawns sec that girl standing
amid the spray and tumult Of contend
ing elements looking through q glass
upon the wreck and tho nine wretched
sufferers. She proposes to her father to
take boat and put out across the Wild
sea to rescue them. The father says,
cit cannot b donei Just look ct the
tumbling surf" But she persisted, and
with her father bounds into tho boat.
Though never accustomed to plying the
oar, she takes one and her father the
other. Steady nowi Pull awayl Pull
| away!
The sea tossed up the boat as though
it were bubble, but amid tho foam and
tho wrath of the sea tho wreck was
reached, tho exhausted people picked up
and saved. Humane societies rendered
their thanks. Wealth poured into the
lap Of the poor girl. Visitors from all
lands came to look on her sweet face,
and when soon after she launched forth
on dark sea, and Death was the oars
man, dukes and duchesses and mighty
mon sat down in tears in Alnwick castle
to think they never again might see the
face Of Grace Darling.
THE BATTLE WITH SIN.
No such deeds of daring win probably
be asked Of you, but hear you not the
howl Of that awful storm Of trouble and
sin that hath tossed ten thousand shiv-
cred hulks into the breakers? Know
you not that tho whole earth is strewp
with the shipwrecked-that there are
wounds to be healed and broken hearts
to be bound and drowning souls to be
rescued? Scme have gone down, and
you come too late, but others are cling
ing to the wreck, are shivering with tho
cold, are strangling in the wave, are
crying to you for deliverance. VIII
You not, oar in hand, put out today
| from tho lighthouse?
| When the last ships timber shall have
been rent, and the last Longstone bea-
con shall have been Numbered down in
the hurricane. and the last tempest shall
have folded its wings, and the sea itself
shall have been licked up by the tongue
| of all consuming FIRE, the crowns Of eter-
nal reward shall be kindling into bright