Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1892-12-05

Tar M on the mountains. With the
s =, Of a panther the mother mounts
rim above hill, crag above crag' neie-s
aboye height: The fire OF her own ~
outaashing the fare OF the eAsi =
And with unmailed hand stronger thsn
he iron beak and the terrible cha" sne
Snrled the wild bird down the rocks.
In the French Revolution Cazot'e va
brought oat to DO executed "hen n.S
daughter threw herself on the Oooy Va
her father and said, "StrlKeI jar
barians! You cannot reach my latn,
Ar but through my nearV'
The crowd parted, and hnslns
arms father and daughter walked OUT
free. During the sige OF SaraaosSs'
Augustine carried refreshments to the
Gates. Arriving at the battery OF FOR,
tillo she found that all the garrison nau
been killed. She snatcbed q mateh
from the hand Of a dead artilleryman
and fired of twenty-six FOUNDER, tnen
leaned on it and vowed she would not
leave II alive. The soldiers looked IN
and saw her daring, and rushed up ana
opened another tremendous ire on lne
enemy. The life Of James l. OF SCOT
land, was threatened.
POETS HAVE SUNG
those times, and able pens have linger-
ed upon the story Of manly endurance,
but how few to tell the story OF CatnS'
rlne Douglas one Of the Queens maids
who ran TO bolt the door but found the
bar had been taken so as to Iacllltate
the entrance of the assassin. she
thrust her arm into the staple. Inc
murderer rushing against 1t, her arm
was shattered. Yet how many have
lived and died who never heard the
touching, self-sacri6cing heroic story OF
Catharine Douglas and her poor, shat
tered arm. You know how calmly Ma
dame Roland went TO execution and how
cheerfully Joanna OF Naples walked to
the castle Of Muro, and now fearlessly
Madame Grimaldi listened to her con-
demnation aud how Charlotte Corday
smiled upon the frantic mob that pur-
sued her to the guillotine. And there
would be no end to the recital II at
tempted to present all the historical In
cidents which show that wOman's cour-
age will rouse itself for great emergen-
cY.
But need not go 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 a field Of poisoning
buckwheat. But in eighteen hundred
and sixty-seven financial tempest struck
the husbands estate. Before he had
time 20 reef sail, and make things snug
the ship capsized and went down. En-
emies cheered a5 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-
cles have failed. Disaster has trans
formed the shining sluggard into a
practical worker, Happy as a princess
though compelled TO hush her own
child TO sleep and spread her own table
and answer the ringing OF her own
door bell. Her arm had been muscled
for the conflict against misfortune
hunger duu ONclby anu 1nN onn oil
the other jackals R.zpah
sCAREs FROM THE ROCK.
I saw one in a desolate home. Her
merciless companion had even pawned
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 ont. Her faded
frOck was patched with fragments Of
antique silk that she had worn on the
bright marriage day. Confident In God
she had a strong heart to which her
children ran when they trembled at the
staggering step and quaiied under
fathers crA,e. 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 hurl-
ed down the rocks.
You pass day by day along streets
where there are herolnes greater than
Joan of Arc. Upon that cellar floor
there are conflicts as fierce as Sedan,
and heaven and hell mlnglein the fight.
Lifted in that garrett there are trl-
bunalS whore more fortitude is demand
ed than was exhibited by Lady Jane
Grey or Mary, Queen OF Scots.
Now 1 ask, il mere natural courage
can DO so much, what may we not ex-
pect OF women who have gazed on the
Great Sacrifice and who are urged for
ward by all the voices of grace that
sound from the Bible ana all the notes
OF victory that speak from the sky.
Many years ago the FOrfairshire steam
er started from Hull bound for Dundee.
After the vessel had been out a little
while the winds began to rave and bill
lows rise until q tempest was upon
them. The vessel leaked and the fires
went out, and though the sails were
hOsted 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 Longstone Lighthouse was a
girl OF gentle spirit and comely coun-
tenance. AS the morning dawns, see
that girl standing amid the spray and
tumult OF contending elements looking
through a glass upon the wreck and the
niue wretched sufferers. She proposes
10 her father to take boat and put out
across the wild sea 70 rescue them.
The father says 1T cannot be done!
Just look at the tumbling surfp But
She persisted and with her father
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