The Red Cloud chief., 1893-09-01

llibrarteswhcn they have hardly enough
education to pick out the day. of the
almanac. oh, how many there are
striving ~,nliavc things ~. well a. their
ne'giauTS or hettcr than their neigh-
b9rs, h'9l u Ore stru6gk vlst fortunes
sret sxhanstea 'shd busincss Ar,us
thr~wn into bankruptcy. and mn Of
reputcd honesty rush into astounding
~turgeries~ v p, ~ t.A tg,ss ~
sOf coursc 1 sas nothing against re.
hntinent or culture. Splendor OF
abode, sumptuousncss of diet. lavish.
ness IN art, ncatncss in apparel there
ispathlng agninst them IN ,he l:,le ~
out 1fthe Bible. CGud7 does mob want
us TO prefer mud howell to English cot.
snge-or u%ntsnnctt shccpskin ,o-French
broadcloth. or lpisks tn pineapple, o,
the clnnshe;s Of n bnIr tp the man
ncrs'of d gentleman. cod, who strung
the beach with tinted she'll and the
grass of the field with the dcws of the
night and hath cxquisitly .tingcd morn.
ipy cloud and robin rcdbrcust, wants
us to Keep u eye open tn all beautiful
sight, our ear open To all beautiful
cadencts'and our heart open tDall elc.
waiting sentiments. But what want
to impress upon you is that YOU ought
not to inventory vuur luxuries Of life
as among the indispcnsablcs, and YOU
ought not to dcprcciate this woman Of
the text. who. when offered kind pro-
fermen', responded, Il dwell among
my W people"
d y ca, 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, will never
appreciate what She owes Christianity
until she knows and sees the degrade
lion OF her sex under Plagiarism and
Mohamincdanism Her very birth is
considered a misfortune. Sold like
cattle in the SHAMELESS, Slave of all
worik, and Ut last, her body fuel for the
funeral pyrc of her husband. Above
the Shrek of the fire worshiprrs in In
dia aud above the ruinblinv Of che
juggcrnauts ! hear the million-voiccd
groan of wrongcd. inSultcd, brokcn-
hearted, down.troddcn Her
tears have fallen in the Nile and Tigris
and the La Plata and on the stcppcS Of
Tartary, She has been diShonored In
Tnrkish garden and Persian palace and
Spanish Alhambra. Her little ones
have been sacrificed in the Gangcs.
There Is not "A groan. or IA dungeon, or
an island, or a mountain. or Il river. or
II lake, or a sea, but could tell II story
OF the ontragcs hcaped upon her.
But, thanks to tod. this glorious
Christianity comes forth, and all the
chains OF this ~vassalage are snapped,
and she rises up from ignominiy to cx-
allied sphere, and becomes the airec-
uouate daughter. tho gentle wifc, the
honored mother, the useful Christian.
Oh, If Christianitx has. done 70 upuch
for Woman. sturdy Woman mn become
its most ardent advocate and its
spblimest exempliiication
When | come to speak of wo,nanly
influence, my mind always wandcrs of
to one modcl-the aged one who.
tw~euty.seyen years ago, -xe put away
for the resurrection About eighty
seven years nso. and just before their
marriage day. my father and mother
stood up in the old meeting house at
Somervillc, y. j., and took upon them
the vows of the Christian. Through q
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 n neighbor's
dwelling she was there to rejoice at the
starting of another immortal spirit.
When the angel of death came to "a
u~cighbor's dwelling she was there to
robe the departed for :he burial.
We had often heard her, when lead
ing family prayers in the absence of
my father, say: go, 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
oven the threshold of the p~aternal
home, she said: Now, Lord, let Thou
sf'tA
Thy servant depart in peace, for mine
eyes have seen The salvation" The
prayer was soon answered. Dr..
IT 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
employed in kindness for her children.
Whatever else we forget, we never for
get the look of mothers hands. As We
stood there by the casket we could not
help but say: Don't she look bcauti-
ful?' II was a cloudless day when,
with heavy hearts, we carried her out
to the last resting place. The withered
leaves crumblcd under hoof and wheel
as we passed, and the sun shonc on the
Raritan river until it looked like fire;
but more calm and beautiful and rad
liant was the setting sun of that aged
pilgriIn's life. No more toll, no more
tears, no more sickness, no more death.
Dear mother, beautiful mother.
Sweet il the slumoer beneath the sol,
While the poor spirit rests with God.
need not 90 back and shoy yn,