Connecticut western news., 1895-06-20

man who has dollar struggles to keep it; the man who has it not struggles to get it. Prices up. Prices down. Losses. Gains Misrepresentations. Undersell- ing. Buyers depreciating; salesmen ex- aggerating. Tenants seeking less rent; landlords demanding more. Struggles about office Men who are in trying to keep in; men out trying to get in. Slips. Tumbles. Defalcations. Panics. CataStropheS. o woman, thank God you have a home, and that you may be queen in it. Better be there than wear Victoria's coronet. Better be there than carry the purse of princess.
 Your abode may be humble, but you can, by your faith in God and your cheerfulness of demeanor, glld 1t with splendors such as an upholsterer' hand never yet kindled. There are abodes in every city-humble, two stories, four plain, unpapered rooms, undesirable neighborhood, and yet there is man who would die on the threshold rather than surrender. Why? It is home. Whenever he thinks of it he sees angels of God lowering around it The ladders of heaven are let down to that house. Over the child's rough crib there are the chantings of angels as those that broke over Bethlehem. It is home These children may come up after awhile, and they may win high posi- tion, and they may have an aff1uent residence, but they will not until their dying day forget that humble roof, un- der which their father rested and their mother sang and their sisters played. Oh, if you would gather up all tender memories, all the lights and shades of the heart, all banquetings and reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and conju- gal affections, and you had only just four letters with which to spell out that height and depth and length and breadth and magnitude and eternity of mean ing. you would, with streaming eyes and trembling voice and agitated hand, write it out in those four living capi- tals, HOME.
 The Realm of Home.
 What right does woman want that is grander than to be queen in such a realm? Why, the eagles of heaven can not fly across that dominion. Horses, painting and with lathered Hanks, are not swift enough to run to the outpost of that realm. They say that the sun never sets upon the English empire, but I have to tell you that on this realm of woman's influence eternity never marks any bound. Isabella fled from the Span ish throne, pursued by the nations anathema, but she who is queen in home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only be the annexation of heavenly principalities.
 When you want to get your grandest idea of queen you do not think of Catherine of Russia or of Anne of Eng land or Marie Theresa of Germany, but when you want to get your grandest idea of queen you think of the plain woman who sat opposite your father at the table or walked with him arm in arm down life's pathway; sometimes to the Thanksgiving banquet, sometimes to the grave, but always together soothing your petty griefs, correcting your childish waywardness, joining in your infantile sports, listening to your evening prayers, toiling for you with needle or at the spinning wheel, and on cold nights wrapping you up snug and warm. And then at last on that day when she lay in the back room dying, and you saw her take those thin hands with which she had toiled for you so long, and put them together in dying prayer that commended you to the God whom she had taught you to trust-oh, she was the queen The chariots of God came down to fetch her, and as she went in all heaven rose up. You cannot think of her now without rush of ten derness that stirs the deep foundations of your soul, and you feel as much child again as when you cried on her lap, and if you could bring her back again to speak just once more your name as tenderly as she used to speak 1t you would be willing to throw yourself on the ground and kiss the sod that covers her, crying, "Mother! motherr Ahl she was the queen-she was the queen. Now, can you tell me how many thou sand miles a woman like that would have to travel down before she got to the ballot box? Compared with this work of training kings and queens for God and eternity, how insignificant seems all this work of voting for alder men and common councilmen and sher- ifs and constables and mayors and pres idents To make one such grand wom an as have described how many thou sands would you want of those people who go in the round of fashion and dis sipation, going as far toward disgrace full apparel as they dare go, so as not to be arrested by the police-their behav for a sorrow to the good and carica- ture of the vicious and an insult to that God who made them women and not gorgons, and tramping on, down through frivolous and dissipated life, to tenn poral and eternal damnation.
 Dissipations of Fashions-
 O woman, with the lightning of your soul. strike dead at your feet all these allurements to dissipation and to fashionl Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon such garbage. God calls you up to empire and dominion. Will you have it? Oh, give to God yorr heart i; give to God all your best energies give to God all your culture; give to God nAA yOuI ASulSLuSubB BlNS yOuISch It him, for this world and the next. Soon all these bright eyes will be quenched and these voices will be hushed. For the last time you will look upon this fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers s hand, sisters hand, child's hand will no more be in yours. It will be night, and there will come up a cold wind from the Jordan and you must start. Will it be lone woman on trackless moor? Ah, mol Jesus will come up in that hour and offer his hand, and he will say, "You stood by me when you were well; now will not desert you when you are sick" One wave of his hand and the storm will drop, and an other wave of his hand and midnight shall break into midnoon, and another wave of his hand and the chamberlains of God will come down from the treas