The Greenville times., 1895-06-22


his vote. and his vote eounteraets
yours But il Ia the quiet of home
life a daughter by her Christian de-
meanor. a wife by her industry,
mother by her faithfulHess. casts
vote in the right direction. then moth
ing can resist il. aud the influence Of
that vote will throb through the eter-
mites. lis
Ny chief anxiety then. is, not that
woman have other rights accorded her,
but that she. by the grace of God. rise
up to the appreciation of the glorious
rights she already possesses First,
she has the right To make home happy.
That realm no one has ever disputed
with her. Men may come home at
noon or at night, and then tarry
comparatively little while; but she,
all day long, governs it, beau.ifies 1t,
sanctifes it. IL is within her power to
make it the most attractive place on
earth. II is the only calm harbor in
this world. You know as well as do
that this outside world and the business
world are long scene OF iostle and
contention. The man who has dol
lar struggles to keep il. Prices up.
Prices down. Gains Misrepresenta-
tions. Underselling. Buyers depre-
eiatirg; salesnen exaggerating. Ten
ants seeking less rents; landlords de-
manding more. Struggles about Office.
Men who are in trying to keep in; men
out trying to get in. Slips Tumbles.
Defaleations. Panics. Catastrophes.
Oh, woman! thank God you have a
home, and that you may be queen in
it. Better be there than wear Victo-
ria's eoronet. Better be there than
carry the purse of princess. Your
abode may be humble, but you can, by
your faith in God and your cheerful
ness Of demeanor, gild it with splen-
dors such as an upholsterer's hand
never yet kindled. There are abodes
in every city-humble, two stories;
four plain. unpapered rooms; undesir-
able neighborhood and yet here is
man who would die on the threshold
rather tnan SURRENDER.
Why? II Is home. Whenever he
thinks OF IL he sees angels of God how
ering around II. The ladders of Heav-
en- are let down to that house. Over
the ehild's rough crib there are the
chantings of angels as those that
broke over Bethlehem. 1t Is home.
These children may come up after
awhile, and they may win high posi-
tion, and they may have an affluent
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 prayed.
oh, II you would gather up all tender
memories, all the lights and shades Of
the heart, all banqueting and re-
unions, all filial. fraternal, paternal
and conjugal 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 meaning, you would,
with streaming eyes, and trembling
voice, and agitated hand, write it out
in those four living capitals, HOME.
What right does women want that
is grandcr than to be queen in such a
realm?
When you want 20 get your grand
est idea OF queen, you do not think
Of Catherine OF Prussia, or OF Anne OF
England, or Marie Theresa OF Ger
many; 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 liies path
way; sometimes to the thanksgiving
banquet, sometimes to the grave, but
always together-soothing your petty
griefs, correcting your childish way
wardncss, joining in your infan-
tile sports, listening to your even.
ing prayers, toiling for you with
needle. or at the spinning.
wheel, and on cold nights wrapping
you up snug and warm. And then a,
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 pu,
them together in a dying prayer thai
commended you to the God whom she
had taught you to trust-Oh. she wa,
the quecnl The chariot OF God cam,
down to fetch her; and as she went in
all Heaven rose up. You can not thinl
OF her now without rush Of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundation
of your soul, and you feel as mucl
a child again as when you cried on lie
, lap; and II you could bring her bacl
again to speak just once more you
name, as tenderly as she used to speal
IL, you would be willing to throw
, yourself on the ground and kiss tn
sod that covers her, crying; ''Mother
/ rnother!' All, she was the queen-sh
/ was the queen. Now, can you tel
| me how many thousand miles
I woman like that would have I
a travel down before she got to tn
a ballot-box. Compared with this wor
4 of training kings and queens for Go
+ and eternity, how insignificant seem
r all the work of voting for a,derme
= and common councilmen, and sheriff
a and constables, and mayors, and pres
# dentsl To make one such grand won
n an as have described, how many thol
T. sands would you want of those peop
n who go in the round of fashion an
W dissipation, going as far toward di
s. graceful apparel as they dare go, SO
e not to be arrested by the police-the
d behavior sorrow to the good and
l. caricature of the vicious, and an insu
ir to that God who made them womt
lie and not gorgons, and tramping o
r. down through a frivolous and dis