Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-08-21

with the dews Of the hkn.' "'1 n,'en ~
qtisitely tingrd morning cloud ana rooin
rcdbrcast, wants US TO keep our eye open 70
all beautiful sights, ana our car open TO
all beautiful cadtnees' ana our hearV open
to all clevating sediments but what
want TO impress upon you Is tnat you
ought not TO inventory tho iuAuFlos OF NE
ought moi IN depreciate this woman Of the
text. WHO. when offered kingly preferment.
responded. II dwell among my own people"
GREAT ~ HER rIErY.
Yea tbis woman Of the text was great
in her nlety Faith in God, and she was
not Ashamed to talk about 1t before idola-
tors All woman will never appreciate
what she owes to Christianity until she
knoys and aces the degradation Of her sex
under nauanisu and Mohammedanism
Her yery birth considered misfortune.
Sold IN q cattle In the shambles. Slave OF
oil work. and at last her body fuel for the
funeral uyre Of her husband. Above the
shrek OF the fire worshipers in India and
above the rurnblng OF the iuggernauts,
hearthe million voiced groan Of wronged, in
suited broken hearted, downtrodden wom-
an. Her tears have fallen In the Nile
and TYqris aud the La Plata and OH the
steppes Of Tartery. She has been dishon-
ored in Turkish garden and Persian palace
and Spanish alLamora Her little ones
have been sacrificed in the Ganges. There
Is not groan. or q dungeon, or an island,
or IA mountain, or q river, or lake, or 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 Of
this vassalage are snnpped, and she rises
up from ignominy 10 exalted sphere and
becomes the afectionate daughter, the gen
tic wife, the honored mother, tho useful
Christian. oh, II Christianity has done SO
much for woman, surely woman will be-
come its most ardent advocate and its sub
FINEST exemplifcation.
When | come TO speak of womanly in
hucnce, my mind always wnnders of to one
model-the aged one, who - years ago we
put away for the resurrection. About 81
years ago. aud 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 md was turned empty away.
No one in sorrow came to her but was
comforted 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 neigh
boris 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,
IL Il.
wealth or honor, but | do ask TINT they
all may be the subjects of thy comforting
gracen Her II children brought into the
kingdom Of God, she had but one mora
wish, md that was that she might see her
long absent missionary son, and when the
shin 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 servant de
part In peace, for mine eyes have seen thy
salvation" The prayer was soon answered.
THAT GLORIOUS WORD MOTHER"
1t was an nutumnnl day when we gath
cred from afar and found only the house
from which the soul had fed forever. She
looked very natural, the hands very much
as when they were employed in kindness
for her children. Whatever else we forget,
we never forget the look OF mothers hands.
As we stood there by tho casket we could
not help but say. Don't she look beauti.
fulW 1t was n cloudless day when with
heavy hearts we carried her out TO the last
resting place The withered leaves crum.
bled under hoof and wheel as we passed,
and the sun shone on the Raritan river I'M.
til it looked like fire. But more calm and
beautiful and radiant was the setting sun
of that aged pilgrims life. No more toll,
no more tears, no more sickness no more
death. Dear motherl Beautiful motherl
Sweet is the slumbcr beneath the sod,
While the pure spirit rests with God.
need not 70 back and show you Zeno.
biS or Scmiramis or Isabella, or even tho
woman of the text, as wonders Of womanly
excellence or greatness, when in this mo-
ment point to your own picture gallery OF
memory and show you the one face that
you remember so well and arouse all your
holy "reminiscences and start you in new
conservation to God by the pronunciation
Of that tender, beautiful, glorious word,
"Motherl Mother!"