The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1895-06-28
SISTERS OF CHARITY.
REV. DR.. TALptAGE CONTINUES THE
SUBJECT or WOMEN'S RIGHTS.

Wonahs hisno 20 care tut JIG Sich, "
Minister TO the Distressed, to Plead Fol
Divine Forgiveness and to Wear the
Crown of Glory In Heaven.
BEATRICE, Neb. June 49, In his ser
mon for today, Rev. DR.. Talmage, who
is now on his summer western tour, has
chosen a subject that must awaken the
sympathies of all lovers of humanity
viz, "Sisters Of Charity" The text Sc
lected was Acts tx, 36, "This woman
was full of good works and almsdeeds
which she did"
Starting now where left off last
Sabbath in reciting woman's opportuni-
ties, I have to say that woman has the
special and speculative right of blessing
and comforting the sick. What land,
what street, what house, has not felt
the smitings of disease? Tens of thou
sands of sickbeds What shall we do
with them? Shall man, with his rough
hand and heavy foot and impatient bear-
ing, minister? No. He cannot soothe the
pain. He cannot quiet the nerves. He
knows not where to set the light. His
hand is not steady enough to pour out
the drops. He is not wakeful enough to
be watcher. The Lord God sent Miss
Dix into the Virginia hospitals, and the
Maid Of Saragossa to appease the wounds
of the battlefield, and has equipped wife,
mother and daughter for this delicate
but tremendous mission. You have
known men who have despised women,
but the moment disease fell upon them
they did not send for their friends at the
bank, or their partner in business, or
their worldly associates Their first cry
was, "Take me to my wife!" The dis
sipated young man at the college SCOTS
at the idea of being under home infu-
ences, but at the first blast of the ty-
phoid fever on his cheek he says, "Where
is mother?" Walter Scott wrote partly
in satire and partly in compliment when
he said:
o woman, in our hour of ease,
! Uncertain, coy and hard to please,
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
minlstering angel thoul
A Pathetic Scriptural Story.
think the most pathetic passage in |
all the Bible is the description of the lad |
who went out to the harvest field Of |
Shunem and got misunderstanding
his hands on his temples and crying out
"Oh, my head My head I" And they
said, Garry him to his mother. - And
then the record is, ''He sat on her knees
till noon, and then died" 1t is an aw-
full thing to be i'll away from home in a
strange hotel, once in awhile men COM
ing to look at you, holding their hand
over their mouth for fear that they will
catch the contagion. How roughly they
turn You in bed How loudly they talk
How you long for the ministries of
home I knew one such who went away
from one of the brightest of homes for
several weeks business absence at the
west. A telegram came at midnight
that he was on his deathbed far away
from home. By express train the wife
and daughters went westward, but they
went too late. He feared not to die, but
he was in an agony to live until his
family got there. He tried to bride the
loctor to make him live little while
longer. He said, Il am willing to die,
out not alone. " But the pulses futter-
I'd, the eyes closed and the heart stop
bed. The express trains met in the mid
and daughters going west
ward, lifeless remains of husband and
ather coming eastward. Oh, it was q
lad, pitiful, overwhelming spectacle
When we are SICK we Want to be sick
1t home. When the time comes for us
o die, we want to die at home The
DOM may be very humble, and the faces {
hat look into ours may be very plain,
'ut who cares for that? Loving hands to !
'athe the temples. Loving voices to {
peak good cheer. Loving lips to read {
he comforting promises Of Jesus. {
In our last dreadful war men cast the
men fashioned the musketry;
nen cried to the hosts, Forward, 6
narch % men hurled their battalions on {
he sharp edges of the enemy, crying, S
Charge, charged" but woman scraped
he lint; woman administered the cor {
ials; woman watched by the dying
ouch woman wrote the last message to
he home circle; woman wept at the soli- S
ny nOpOhuVu Wy 1OuT
len with spade We greeted the general a
ONE with brass bands and triumphal l
riches and wild huzzas, but the story is d
20 good to be written anywhere, save o
1 the chronicles of heaven, of Mrs. u
rady, who came down among the sick n
/ the swamps of the Chickahominy of d
nnie Ross, in the cooper shop hospital; 6
Margaret Breckenridge, who came to b
len who had been for weeks with n
leir wounds undressed, some of them
oxen to the ground, and when she C,
lrned them over those that had an arm Fl
fit waved it and filed the air with n
leir "HurrahP' of Mrs. Hodge, who Il
ime from Chicago with blankets and I
it'll pillows, until the men shouted: a
Three cheers for the Christian COM r;
issionl God bless the women at
ome;" then, sitting down to take the
st message: Tell my wife not to fret "
,out me, but to meet me in heaven. q
ell her to train up the boys whom we Il
i've loved so we'll Tell her we shall "
eet again in the good land. Tell her Il
bear my loss like the Christian wife Il
a Christian soldier" and of Mrs. OF
lelton, into whose face the GONZALES eC