Milford chronicle., 1893-08-25

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not ashamed TO talk about it before idola
tors. All, woman viii never appreciat
what she owes to Christianity until sh
knows and sees the degradation Of her Sc.
under paganisn and Mohammedanism
Her very birth considered misfortune
Sold like cattle in the shambles. Slave o
all work, and at last her body fuel for thi
funeral pyre OF her husband. Above tn,
shrek of the fire worshipers in India anC
above the rumbling Of the juggernauts,
hear the million voiced groan OF wronged, in
suited, broken hearted, downtrodden wom
an. Her tears have fallen in the Nile
and Tigris and the La Plata and on the
steppes Of Tartary, She has been dishon-
ored in Turkish garden and Persian palace
and Spanish alhambra Her little ones
have been sacrificed in i' Ganges. There
Is not groan, or dgi sa, or an island,
or a mountain, or u riy r. IRA lake, or a sea
but could tell a stcs.. Of the outrages
heaped upon her.
But, thanks TO God ;4is glorious Chris
tianity comes forth, GGd all the chains of
this vassalage are sna; sed, aHa she rises
up from ignominy to exalted sphere and
becomes the affectiona. laughter, the gen
tie wife, the honored mother, the useful
Christian. Oh, if Christianity has done so
much for woman, surely woman will be-
come its most ardent advocate and its sub
limest exemplifcation.
When / come to speak of womanly in
huence, my mind always wanders off to one
model-the aged one, who 81 years ago we
put away for the resurrection. About 81
years ago, and just before their marriage
day, my father and mother stood up in the
old meeting house at Somerville, n. J., and
took upon them the VOWS Of the Christian.
Through long life of vicissitude she lived
harmlessly and usefully and came to her
end in peace, No child Of want ever came
to her door and was turned empty away.
No one in sorrow came to her but was
eomforted. No one asked her the way to
be saved, but she pointed him to the cross.
When the angel of life came to a neigh
boris dwelling she was there to rejoice at
the starting of another immortal spirit.
When the angel Of death came to a neigh
oor's dwelling, she was there to robe the
departed for the burial.
We had often heard her, when leading
family prayers in the absence Of my father.
say, 20 Lord ask not for my children
wealth or honor, but do ask that they
all may be the subject of thy comforting
grace" Her II children brought into the
Kingdom Of God, she had but one more
wish, and that was that she might see her
long absent missionary son, and when the
ship from China anchored ia New York
larbor and the long absent one passed over
lhe threshold of his paternal home she said,
Now, Lord, lettest thou thy servant de
part in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy +
ialVatlon." Inc prayer wassoon answered.
THAT GLORIOUS WORD MOTHER
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red from afar and found only the house
rom which the soul had fled forever. She
ooked very natural, the hands very much
Is when they We're employed in kindness
or her children. Whatever else We forget.
We never forget the look Of mothers hands.
Is we stood there by the casket we could
.ot help but say, Don't she look beauti-
ulY" 1t was a cloudless day when with
eavy hearts we carried her out to the last
esting place. The withered leaves crum-
led under hoof and wheel as we passed,
nd the sun shOne on the Raritan river un-
Il 1t looked like fire But more calm and
eautiful and radiant was the setting sun
that aged pilgrims life. No more toll,
o more tears, no more sickness, no more
cath. Dear mother Beautiful motherl
Sweet is the slumber beneath the sod,
While the pure spirit rests with God
l need not go back and show you Zeno- /
Ia or Semiramis or Isabella, or even the Z
oman of the text as wonders Of womanly /
zcellence or greatness, when ia this mo I
ent point to your own picture gallery Of {
emory and show you the one face that I
)u remember so well and arouse all your z
ply "reminiscences and start you in new 3
nsecration to God by the pronunciation
that tender, beautiful, glorious word,