The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-05

Tor the wilderness OF bSersneOa. Mary
Queen Of Scots must pass out from tattery
and pomp to suffer ignomlnious death in
the castle Of Fotheringay. The wheel Of
fortune keeps turning, and mansions and
huts exchange. end be who rode the chariot
pushes the barrow. and instead OF the glare
Of fezsal lights IL the simmering OF the
peet-fire, and in place OF SauI's palace IL
the rock the cold rock, the desolate rock.
But that Is the place 70 which God comes.
Jacob with his head on a stone saw the
shining ladder. Israsl In the desert beheld
the msrshAling Of the fiery baton. John
on barren Patmos heard trumpeunR, and
ths clapping Of wings, and the stroke Of
seraphic fingers on golden harps, and moth
ing but heavenly strength nerved Rizpah
for her appalling mission amid the scream
of Wild birds and the steelthy tread Of
hungry monsters. The grandest visions Of
glory, tbs most rapturous experiences OF
Christian love. the greatest triumphs Of
grace have come 10 the tried and the hard
pressed and the betrayed and the crushed.
God STOPPING down from heaven 70 comfort
Rfxpah on the rock.
Again, the tragedy Of the text displays
the courage Of woman amid great emergsn-
cies- What mother or sister or daughter
would dare 70 20 out 70 fight the cormorant
and jackali RiEpah did 1t. And so would
you IL an emergency demanded. Woman
IL naturally timid and shrinks from ex-
posure and depends on stronger arms for
the achievement of great enterprises And
she lie often troubled lest there might be oc-
casions demanding fortitude when she
would fail Not 90. Some Of those who
are afraid to look out of door after night
fall, and who quake in the darkness at the
least uncertain sound. and who start at the
slam Of the door, and turn pale Ia a thunder
storm, IL the day Of trial came
would be heroic and invulnerable. God
has arranged il 90 that woman needs the
trumpet Of come great contest Of principle
or affection to rouse up her slumbering
courage. Then she will stand under the
cross FIRE Of opposIng hosts at Chalons TO
give wine 70 the wounded. Then she will
carry into prison and dark lane the message
of salvation. Then she will brave the
pestilence- Deborah goes out to sound ter
ror into the heart of Gods enemies. Abb
gail throws herself between a raiding party
Of infuriated men, and her husbands vine
yards RiEpah fights back the vulsures
from the rock.
Among the Orkney Islands an eagle
mp on the mountains With the spring of a
panther the mother mounts bill above hill
crag above creg, hight above hight. The
fire Of her own eye outfiAshing the glare of
the eagles. And With unmailed hand,
stronger than the iron soeak aud terrible
claw. she hurled the wild bird down the
rocks. In the French revolution, Gazette
was brought out 70 be executed when his
daughter threw herself on the body Of her
father and gaid. Strike. barbariansi You
cannot reach my father but through my
heertm The crowd parted, and linking arms
father and daughter walked out free. Dur
ing the siege Of Saragossa Augustine carried
refreshments 70 the gates. Arriving
at the battery Of Portillo she
found that all the garrison had been
killed. She snAtched a match from the
hand Of dead artillsryman and fred of
a twsnty-six FOUNDER. then lesped on it
and vowed che would not leave 1t alive The
soldiers looked In and saw her daring and
rushed up and opened another tremendous
Ere on the enemy. The life of James |. of
Scotland was threatened. Poets have sung
those times, and able pens have fingered
upon the story Of manly endurance. but
bow few TO tell the story Of CathArins
Douglas, one Of the queens maids, who ran
20 bolt the door but found the bar had been
taken away 80 as to facilitate the entrance
of the assassin. She thrust her arm into
the staple. The murderers rushing
against it, her arm was shattered. Yet !
how many have since lived and died who |
never heard the touching, self-sacriicing,
heroic story Of Catherine Douglas and her
poor, shattered arm. You know how
calmly Mime. Roland went to execution,
and how cheerfully Joanna of Naples
walked 10 the castle OF Muro and how
fearlessly Mime. GrimaldI listened to her
condemnation; and how Charlotte Cordav |
smiled upon the frantic mob that pursued |
her to the guillotine. And there would be
no end 20 the recital il / attempted to pre-
sent all the historical incidents which show
that woman's courage will arouse itself for
great emergency.
Rut I mead not On ~ rar b.,
some one who was considered mere but
terty In society. Her hand had known no
soil. Her eye had wept no tear over mis-
fortune. She moved among obsequious ad-
mirers a. careless as an insect in field OF
blossoming buckwheaU. But In 1867 fnan-
cial tempest struck the husbands estate.
Before he had time to reef sail, and make
things snug the ship capsized and went
down. Enemies cheered at the misfortune
and wondered what would become of ths
butterfly. Good men pitied and said she
would die of broken heart. "She will NOT
work, say they. land she 10 too proud 10
beg" But the prophecies have failed. Dis
aster has transformed the shining sluggard
into "a practical worker. Happy a. a
princess though compelled 70 hush her own
child TO sleep aud spread her own table and
answer the ringing OF her own door DELL.
Her arm has been musoled for the conflict
against misfortune, hunger and poverty and
want and all the other jackals Rizpah scares
from the rock.
l saw one In desolate home. Her merci-
lees companion had pawned even the chill
drens shoes for rum. From honorable an
oessry she had come down 20 this. The cruse
OF oil was empty and the last candle gone
out. Her faded frock was patched with
Fragments Of an antique silk that she had
worn on the bright marriage day. Con-
hdsnt In God she had a strong heart 10
which her children ran when they trembled
ut the staggering step and quailed under
Q fathers curse. Though the heavens were
FLIED with fierce wings and the thiokets
Enashed with rage, Rizpah watched faith
fully day after day and year after year and
wolf and cormorant by her God
strengthened arm we're hurled down the
rock.
You pass day by day along streets where
there are heroines greater than Joan of
Ara Upon that cellar floor there are con.
ficts as fierce as Sedan, and heaven and
hell mingle in the fight. Lifted in that
garnet there are tribunals where more
foftitude is demanded than was exhibited
by Lady jane Grey or Mary, Queen Of
Boots.
Now, i ask IL mere natural courage can
DO 90 much, what may we not expect of
women who have gazed on the great sacri-
nee. and who are urged for ward 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 Dun
dee. After the vessel had been out little
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