Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1895-06-22
ACCOMAC c. b. VA SATURDAY, JUNE o. 1896
of that vote will throb through the
eternities.
her Most Glorious Kiehts.

My 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 compare
lively little while, but she, all day
long, governs it, beautifies it, sanctities
it. 1t is within her power to make it
the most attractive place on earth. 1t is
the only calm harbor i'll this world.
You know rs vol as l do that this out
side world and the business world are q
long scene of jostle and contention. Tho
man who has dollar struggles to keep
it; the man who has it not struggles to
get it. Prices up. Prices down. Losses.
Gains Misrepresentation Undersell-
ing. Buyers depreciating; statesmen 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 home, and that you may be
queen i'll 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
cheemulness of demeanor, gid it with
splendors such us an upholsterer's hand
never yet llindlod. 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? 1t 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 1t is home
These children may come up after
awhile, and they may win high posi-
ton, and they may have ali affluent
residence, but they will not until their
dying day forget that humble roof, I'M
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 tilial, 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 CAPT.
tails, 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 tanks, arc
not swift enough to run to the outpost
of that realm. They say that the sun
never sets upon the English empire, but
T have to te1i-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 municipalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen you do not think of
Catherine of Russia or Of Anne of Eng
land OF 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 i'll
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 Oh that day
when she lily 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 queenl 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 a
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 it you
would be willing to throw yourself on
the ground and kiss the sod that covers
her, crying, Mother mother?' Ali
she was the queen-she was the queen.
Now, can you tell me how many thou
sand miles woman like that would
have to travel down before she got to
she 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
identsl TO make one such grand wom-
an rs have described how many thou
sands would you want Of those people
who 20 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-
ior Il 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
a frivolous and dissipated life, to tenn
poral and eternal damnation.
Designations of Fashions.
o woman, with the lightning Of
your soul, strike dead at your feet all