Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-12-05

the recital II l attempted TO present all
the historical incidents which show that
woman's courage would rouse itself for
great emergency.
But / need not 90 so far. You have
known some one who was considered a
mere butterfly in society. Her hand had
known no toll. Her eye had wept no tear
over misfortune. She moved among
obsequious admirers as careless as an
| insect in field of blossoining buckwheat.
But in 1857 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 broken heart.
"She will not work." say they, land
she is too proud to beg" But the prophe-
cies have failed. Disaster has trans
formed the shining sluggard into prac-
tical worker-happy as princes
though compelled to hush her own child
to sleep and spread her own table and
answer the ringing of her own Goorbell.
Her arm had been muscled for the con-
fict against misfortune, hunger and
poverty and want, and all the other
jacka,s Rizpah scares from the rock.
| THy PATIENT, ToILING MOTHER.
| saw one in desolate home. Her
merciless companion had pawned even
the children's shoes for rum. From 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 strong heart, to which her
children ran when they trembled at the
staggering step and quailed under fa-
| theirs curse. Though the heavens were
filled with fierce wings and the thickets
gnashed 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
where there are heroines greater than
Joan of Arc. Upon that cellar floor
there are conflicts as fierce as Sedan,
and heaven and hell 1ningle in the fight.
Lifted in that garret there are tribunals
where more fortitude is demanded than
was exhibited by Lady Jane Grey OF
Mary, queen of Scots.
Now l ask, if mere natural courage
can do SO much, what may we not expect
of women who have gaZed 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 sky? 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
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 clung to the wreck on
the beach.
Sleeping that night in Longstone
lighthouse was girl of gentle spirit
and comely countenance. AS the morn
ing dawns l see that girl standing
amid the spray and tumult Of contend
ing elements looking through glass
upon the wreck and the nine wretched
sufferers. She proposes to her father to
take boat and put out across the wild
sea to rescue them. The father says:
1T cannot be done! Just look at the
tumbling surfr' But she persisted, and
with her father bounds into the boat.
Though never accustomed to plying the
oar, she takes one and her father the
other. Steady now! Pull away! Pull
away
The sea tossed up the boat as though
it were bubble, but amid the foam and
the wrath of the sea the wreck was
reached, the 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 a dark sea, and Death was the oars
man, dukes and duchesses and mighty
men 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 will 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 the whole earth is strewn
with the shipwrecked-that there are
wounds to be healed and broken hearts
to be bound and drowning souls to be
rescued? Some have. gone down, and
you come too late, but others are cling
ing to the wreck, are shivering with the
cold, are strangling in the wave, are
crying to you for deliverance. Will
you not, oar in hand, put out today
from the lighthouse?
When the last ships timber shall have
been rent, and the last Longstone bea-
con shall have been thundered 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
or glory ON the brow of the faithful. |
And Christ, pointing to the inebriate
that you reformed, and the dying sinner
whom you taught to pray, and the out
cast whom you pointed to God for shell
ter, will say: "You did it to them
You did it to me'
Again, the scene of the text impresses
upon us the strength of maternal attach
ment. Not many men would have had
courage or endurance for the awful |
p,issinn of Pi1nah To dara tha roo,a ,,f |