The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1895-07-12
REV. DIR. TALMAGE.
rnE NOTED DIviNHs SUNDAY
DISCOURSE.
Subjects A" sisters Of Charity"

is., 90.
Starting now whore 7 left her on last Sab
bath in rteIllng wOmun'H opportunities i
have t0 say chat woman has the speelal ma
Huperuiiye right of blessing and comforting
the sick. What land what street. what
house. has not ielt the amitlug5 of dlsca.ef
Tens OF thousands 0i aIekhedsI what shall
We do with them} Shall man, with his rough
hand and heavy foot aud impatient bearing.
minister No. be cannot s1dthe the pain. he
cannot quiet the nerves To knows not
where 90 SET the light Ills hand is not
steady enough 90 pour out tho drops lie O.
not wakeiul enough 90 be % watcher. The
Lord God sent Miss Dix into the Virginia
hospitals, aud the Maid OF Saragossa 90 ap-
pensc tho wounds OF the battlefield. and has
equipped wife, mother and daughter for this
delicate but tremeudou mission. You have
known men who have despsed women. but
the moment disease f'll upon them thoy ana
not send for their friends no the bank. or
their partner in business, or their worldly
associates. Their FIRST cry was "Take me 10
my wile!' The dissipated young man at the
college SCOTS at the idea OF being under
home influences, but at the FIRST blast of the
typhoid fever on his cheek no says. "Where
Is mother Walter Scott wrote partly In
satire and partly in compliment whom he
said:
woman, In our hour Of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard 90 please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
minstering angel thou
think the most pathetic passage In all the
Bible Is the description OF the lad who went
out 10 the harvest field OF Shunem and got
misunderstanding his hands Oh his tenn
pies and crying out. ooh, my head NY
headI And they said. Garry him 20 his
Unnfhnr ~ An Nnf 10. - a.
ON her knees till noon, and then died" IL
Is an awful thing TO be III away from home
in 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
eontaglOn. How roughly they turn YOU in
bed! How loudly they talkl How you long
! FOR the ministries Of home / 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. lie tried to
| bride the doctor TO make him live a little
| while longer He said. II am willing TO die,
| but not alone" But the pulses futtered.
the eyes closed and the heart stopped. The
! express trains met in the midnght-wife and
daughters going westward. lifeless remains
! OF husband and father coming eastward. Oh.
it was a sad, pitiful, overwhelming spectacle
! When we are sick. we want to be sick at
home. When the time comes for us TO die
we want to die at home. The room may be
very humble, and the faces that look into
ours may be very plain. but who cares for
that? Loving hands to battle the temples,
Loving voices to speak good cheer. Loving
lips to read the comforting promises of
Jesus.
In our last dreadful war men cast the can
non; men fashioned the musketry; men cried
to the hosts, Forward, march," men hurled
their battalions on the sharp edges Of the
enemy, crying, charge. charged" but
woman scraped the lint; woman admins
tered the cordials; woman watched by the
dying couch; woman wrote the last message
TO the home circle; woman wept at the soli-
tary burial attended by herself and four men
with spade We greeted the general home
with brass bands and triumphal arches and
wild huzzas, but the story is too good to be
written anywhere, save in the chronicles OF
heaven, of Mrs. Brady. who came down
among the sick in the swamps ofthe Chicka-
hominy; Of Annie Ross, in the cooper shop
hospital Of Margaret Breckenridge, who
came to men who had been for weeks with
their wounds undressed, some of them frozen
to the ground. aud when she turned them
over those that had an arm left waved it and
filled the air with their "Hurrah!" of Mrs.
Hodge, who came from Chicago with blan-
kets and with pillows, until the men shouted
''Three cheers for the Christian commission
God bless the women at home p then, sit.
ting down to take the last message: "Tel
my wife not to fret about me, but to meet mt
in heaven. Tell her to train up the boy
whom we have loved so we'll Tell her WI
qhall Tnppt a Oain in tbn OOOd lind Toll ba
to bear my loss like the Christian wife of
Christian soldier" and of Mrs. Shelton into
. whose face the convalesent solder looked
and said, "YOur grapes and cologne cured
me-" Men did their work with shot ant
shell and carbine and howitzer, women dit
their work with socks and slippers an,
bandages, and warm drinks, and Scriptur
texts, and gentle stockings of the hot temples
and stories of that land where they neve
have any pain. Men knelt down over tn
wounded and said, "On which side did yo
fght?" Women knelt down over the wound
cd and said: "Where are you hurt? Wha
nice thing can I make for you to eat? VIVA
makes you cry?' Tonight, while we me
are sound asleep in our beds, there will be
light in yonder loft; there will be groanin
in that dark alley; there will be cries of di.
/ tress in that cellar. Men will sleep, an
women will watch.
Again, woman naS aSuDerlatlYe right
take care Of the poor. There are hundred
and thousands Of them in all our cite
. There is a kind OF work that men cannot d
! for the poor. Here comes group Of littl
barefoot children to the door of the Dorci
Society. They need to be clothed and pre-
> vided for. Which of these directors
banks would know how many yards it wou
Q take to make that little girl dress? Whc
of these masculine hands could fit hat
that little girls head2 Which Of the wis
f men would know how to tie on that ne
pair of shoesl Man sometimes gives h
charity in a rough way, and it falls like Il
= fruit of tree in the East, which fruit com
. down so heavily that it breaks the skull
u the man who is trying to gather it. b
d woman glides so softly into the house
restitution, and finds out all the sorrows
r the place. and puts so quietly the donate
f. on the table, that all the family come out (
oh, L !,