The Penn's Grove record., 1893-08-25

WHERE are tne bnOuluerS tnht nave not Deel
bent under the burden OF Rrief2 Where 4
the ship sailing over CLASSY sea that has no
after awhile been caught in a cyclone2 Wher,
is the garden OF earthly comfort but trouble
hath hitched up Its fiery and painting team
and gone through it with burning plowshart
of disaster2 Under the pefting OF ages o
suffering the great heart Of the world hal
burst with woe.
Navigators tell US about the rivers, and tn,
Amazon and the Danube and the Mississippi
fave been explored, but who can tell TIT
depth or length OF the great river Of sorrow
made up OF tears and blood rolling through
all lands and all ages, bearing the wreck Of
families and of communities and OF empires
-foaming, writhing, boiling with the agon'
les of 60O0 years2 Etna and Cotopaxi and
yesuvius have been described, but who has
ever sketched the volcano Of suffering reach
ing up from its depths the lava and the scoria
and pouring them down the sides to whelm
the nations? Oh, II I could gather all the
heartstrings, the broken heartstrings, into a
harp l would play on 1t a dirge such as was
never sounded
Mythologists tell US of Gorgon and Cen
taur and Titan, and biologists tell US of ex-
tinct species OF monsters, but greater than
Gordon or megatherium, and not belonging
TO the realm of fable, and not OF an extinct
species, is a monster with iron jaw and iron
hoois walking across the nations, and his
tory and poetry and sculpture, in their at
tempt to sketch 1t and describe 1t, have
seemed to sweat great drops Of blood
But, thank God, there are those who can
conquer as this woman of the text conquered
n say: sit is we'll! Though my property
be gone, though my children be gone. though
home be broken up, though my health
no storm on the sea but Christ Is ready to
rise in the hinder part of the ship int hush
it. There Is no darkness but the constella-
tions OF Gods eternal love can illumine 1t,
and though the winter m out OF the
northern sky you have sometimes seen the
northern sky all ablaze with auroras that
seem to say: "Come up this way. Up this
way are thrones Of light, and seas Of sap
phire, and the splendor of an eternal heaven.
Come up this way"
We may, like the ships, by tempest be tossed
On perilous depths, but cannot he lost.
Though satan enrage the wind and the tide,
Tie promise assures us the Lord Will provide.
I heard IN echo of my text in q very dark
hour, when my father lay dying, and the old
country minister said to him, "Mr. Talmage,
how do you feel now as you are about to pass
the Jordan of death?" He replied-and ID
was the last thing he ever sald-'I feel we'll
| feel very we'll all Is well" lifting his hand
in n benediction, a speeehless benedictton,
which l pray God may go down through ali
the generations. 1t is well! OF course 1t
was wSIl.
Again. this woman of m y text was great
In her application to domestic duties. Every
picture is a homo picture. whether she Is
entertaining an Elisha, or whether she Is Civ
ing careful attention to her sick boy, or
whether she Is appealing for the restoration
of her property-every picture in her case Is
a home picture. Those who are not disei-
pies of this Shunemite woman who, going
out to attend to outside charities, neglect the
duty of home-the duty OF wife, of mother,
OF daughter. No faithfulness in public BEN
sfaction can ever atone for domestic negli-
gence.
There has been many q mother who by in
defatigable toll has reared a large family Of
children, %equipping them for the duties of
life with good manners and large intelli-
gence and Christian principle, starting them
out, who has lone more for the world than
many another woman whose name has
sounded through all the lands and all the
centuries.
l remember when Kossuth was In this
there were some ladies who got
regulations by presenting him very grace
fully with bouquets of flowers on public oc-
but what was all that compared with
the work OF the plain Hungarian mother who
gave to truth and civilization and tho cause
of universal liberty a Kossuth2 Yes, this
woman OF my text was great in her simplicity.
When the prophet wanted to reward ner
for her hospitality by asking some prefer
ment from the king, what did she say2 She.
it. She said ~ dwell among my
own people," as much as to say: ~ am
with my lot. All I want is my
and my friends around me. dwell
among my own people" Oh, what a rebuke
to the strife for precedence in all ages!
How many there ARE who want to get great
$1,000 H--sI-l IA N
all painting, all statuary, who have not.
enough taste to distinguish between gothic
and byzantine, and who could not tell a
figure in plaster of Paris from Palmer's
''White CAPTIVE" and would not know a boys
penciling from Bierstadt's "Yosemite"-men
who buy large libraries by the square foot,
these libraries when they have hardly
enough education to pick out the day of the
almanac! oh, how many there are striving
10 nave things as well as their neighbors, or
better than their neighbors. and in the strug-
gle vast fortunes are exhausted and business
firms thrown into bankruptcy, and men Of
honesty rush into astounding for
geries.
OF course I say nothing against refinement
or culture. Splendor of abode sumptuous-
ness Of diet, lavishness In art, neatness in ap-
Is nothing against them In the
Bible or out Of the Bible. God does not
WtlLll uo W lipiCh niht v ~ AhSiEoh "
tage, or Unframed ~sheepskin to French
broadcloth, or husks TO pineapple, or the
OF q boor to the manner OF o
God. who strung the beach with
tinted shell and the grass OF the field with
the dews of the night and hath exquisitely
morning cloud and robin red breast,
wants US to keep our eye open to all beauti-
full sights, and our ear open to all beautiful
cadences, and our heart open to all elevating
aaptfDnapt TlIf What I wnnf fn fmnrala nnnu
you Is tina you ought not to inventory the
OF life as among the indispensables,
and you ought not to depreciats this woman
the text, who, when offered kingly prefer
ment, responded, ~ dwell among my own
Yes, this woman OF the text was great In
piety, faith In God, and she was not
ashamed to talk about 1t before idolaters. All,
woman will never appreciate what she owes
to Christianity until she knows and sees the
of her sex under paganism and
Mahommedanism. Her very birth considered
n misfortune. Sold like cattle In the sham.
bles. 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
India and above the rumbling OF the jugger-
hear the million voiced groan of
.wronged, insulted, broken hearted, down
woman. 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 the GanSes. There is not
a groan, or a dungeon, or an island, or d
mountain, or q river, or a sea but could toll
a story OF the outrages neaped upon her.
But, thanks to God, this glorious Chris
comes forth, and all the chains o.
this ~vassalage are snapped, and she rises up
from ignominy to exalted sphere and be-
comes the atfectionate daughter, the gentle
wife, the honored mother, the useful Chris
tian. oh, II Christianity has done 30 much
for woman, surely woman will become It's
most ardent advocate and its sublimesi
exempliheatioRl
When I come TO speak OF womanly iniu-
ence, my mind always wanders off to one
aged one who, "a 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., AMI
took upon them the VOWS of the Christian.
Through a long life OF vicissitude she lived
harmlessly and u~sefully and came to her end
In peace. No child OF want ever came to her
and was turned empty away. No one
sorrow came to her but was comforted.
No one asked her the way to be saved but she
him to the cross. When the angel
Of life came to a ~neighbor's dwelling, she