The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-08-22

ahambra Her little ones have been sac
rificed in the Gangcs. There is not groan
or L dungeon or an island or mountain OF
Il river or Il lake or Il sea but could tell
story of the OutrageS heaped upon her:
But, thanks to God this glorious Chris
tianity comes forth, and all the CHAINS OIL
this vassalage are snapped, and she rises
up from ignomlny to an exalted sphere anu
becomes the affectionate daughter. the gen
tie wife, the honored mother, the useful
Christian. Oh, if Christianity has done SO
much Tor woman, surely woman will become
It's most ardent advocate and its sublimest
eXelnplitication.
When 1 come to speak of womanly in
1ltence. my mind always wanders off to
one model-the aged one who, twcnty-seven
years ago, we put away for the resurrec-
ton. About elghty-Scven years ago, and
Just before their marriage day, my father
and mother stood up in the old meeting
house at Somervile n. j., and took
upon them the vows of the Christian
Through long life of vicissitude she lived
harnlessly and uscfully and came to her
end i'll peace No child of want e\1r came
to her door and was turned empty away.
No one III sorrow came to- her but was
comtorted. No one asked her the way to
be saved but she pointed him to the cross.
When the angel of life came to neigh
boris dwelling she was there to rejoice at
the starting of another immortal spirit.
When the angel of death came to Il neigh
bor'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: 80, Lord, l ask not for my children
wealth or honor but ] do ask that they
all may be the 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 his paternal home, she
said: Now, lord, lettest thou thy ser
want depart in peace, for mine eyes have
seen thy salvation The prayer was soon
answered.
1t was an autumna day when we gath
cred from far and found only the house
from which the soul had fled forever
She locked very natural. the hands very
much as whel they We're employed in kind
ness for her children. Whatever else we
forget we never forget the look of moth
er'S hands As we stood there ny the
caSket, we could not help but say: Don
she look beautifully" 1t was cloudless
day, when with heavy hearts, we carried
her out TO the last resting place Inc
wihered leaves crumbled under hOof and
wheel as passed, and the sun shone
on the Raritan river until it looked IKE
fire: but more calm and beautiful and
radiant was the setting sun OF that aged
Dicrim's life. No more toll, no more tears;
no more sickness, no more death. Dear
mother. Beautiful mother.
Sweet rs the slumbers beneath the sou'
While the pure spirit rests with ''"h
need not 20 back and show you Zen
oba or SemiramiS. or Isabella. or even
the woman of the text. rs wonders OF Wo-
manly excellence or greatnes1 when L IN
this moment point to your own picture
gallery of memory, and show yon the one
face that YOU remember so we'll and arouse
all your holy "reminiscences, and start You
in new conservation to God. by the pro
n,nciation of that tender. beautiful, gior-
ions word, Mother! Mother.