The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1893-09-01

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as among the indispensables, and you
ought not to depreciate this woman of
the text, who, when offered kind pre-
ferment, responded, 81 dwell among
my own people"
Yea, this woman of the text was
great in her piety. Faith in God, and
she was not ashamed to talk about il
before idolaters. All, woman will never
appreciate what she owes Christianity
until she knows and sees the degrade
ton of her sex under Paganism and
Mohammedanism. Her very birth is
considered a misfortune. Sold like
cattle in the shambles. Slave of all
work. and at last. her body fuel for the
funeral pyre of her husband. Above
the shrek of the fire worshipers in In
dia and above the rumbling of the
| Juggernauts | hear the million-voiced
groan of wronged, iusulted, broken
hearted, down-trodden woman. Her
tears have fallen in the Nile and Tipris
and the La Plata and on the steppes of
Tartary. She has been dishonored in
Turkish garden and Persian palace and
Spanish Alhambra. Her little ones
have been sacrificed in the Ganges
There is not groan, or a dungeon, or
an island, or mountain. or a river. or
lake, or a sea, but could tell story
of the outrages heaped upon her.
But thanks to God, this glorious
Christianity comes forth, and all the
chains of this vassalage are snapped,
and she rises up from ignominy to ex-
allied sphere, and becomes the affec-
tionate daughter. the gentle wife, the
honored mother, the useful Christian.
Oh, if Christianity has done so much
for woman, surely woman will become
its most ardent advocate and it's
sublimest exemplification.
When | come to speak of womanly
influence. my mind always wanders off
to one model-the aged one who.
twenty-seven years ago, we put away
for the resurrection. About eighty
seven 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 a
long life of vicissitude she lived harm
lessly and usefully and came to her end
in peace. No child of want ever
came to her door and was
turned away empty. No one in
sorrow came to her but was CONFERRED.
No one asked her the way to be saved
but she pointed him to the cross. When
the angel of life came to a neighbours
dwelling she was there to rejoice at the
starting of another immortal spirit.
When the angel of death came to a
ueighbor's dwelling she was there to
robe the departed for the burial
We had often heard her, when lead
ing 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 subjects of
Thy comforting grace" Her eleven
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 in New York
harbor. and the long-absent one passed |
over the threshold of the paternal |
home, she said: Now. Lord, let Thou |
Thy servant depart in peace, for mine |
eyes have seen The salvation" The |
prayer was soon answered.
1t was an autumnal day when we |
gathered from afar and found only the |
house from which the soul had fled |
forever. She looked very natural. the
hands very much as when they were
in kindness for her children.
Whatever else we forget, we never for
get the look of mothers hands As we
stood there by the casiet we could not
help but say: Don't she look beauti-
'ul?' 1t was a cloudless day when,
With heavy hearts, we carried her out
% the last resting place. The withered
caves crumbled under hoof and wheel
Is we passed, and the sun shone on tho
3aritan river until it looked like fire:
1ut more calm and beautiful and rad
ant was the setting sun of that aged
pilgrims life. No more toll, no moro
ears, no more sickness, no more death.
Dear mother, Beautiful mother!
Sweet is the slumber beneath the sod,
While the poor spirit rests with God.
| need not go back and show YOU
lenobia, or Semiramis, or Isabella, or
ven the woman of the text, as Won
lers of womanly excellence or great
less, when l in this moment point to
our picture gallery of memory, and
how you the one face that you remem-
'er so well, and arouse all your holy
and start you in new
to God, by the pronun-
iation of that tender, beautiful, glor-
Gus word, Mother! Mother!''