The Penn's Grove record., 1895-06-21
NUMBER 4s

, that common. Horses. painting and with
lathered TANKS, 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 fed from the Spanish
throne, pursued by the Nations anathema,
| but she who Is queen In O home will never
lose her throne, and death itself will only be
NE annexation of heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest idea
u a queen you do not think of Catherine of
Russia or Of Anne of England or Marie
Theresa Of Germany, but when you want to
get your grandest idea OF a queen you think
II the plain woman who sat opposite your
iather at the table or walked with him
i'm in arm down life's pathway: some-
lines to the Thanksgiving banquet, some
Zines to the grave, but always together
soothing your petty griefs, correcting
your childish waywardness, joining in
your i~nfantile sports, listening to your even
ing prayers. toiling for you with needle or
1t the spinning wheel, and on cold nights
| wrapping Won IN sEup and warm. And then
at last on that day when she lay in the back
room dying, and you saw her takethose thin
lands with which she had toiled for you SO
Tong, and put them together in a dying
prayer that commended you to the God
whom she had taught you to trust-ob, she
was the queenl The chariots Of God came
Town to fetch her. and as she went in all
heaven rose up. You cannot think OF her
now without a rush of tenderness that stirs
the deep foundations Of your soul, and you
feel as much a child again as when you cried
on her lap, and II 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
fiss the sod that covers her, crying,
"Motherl motherl" Ali she was the queen
tell me how many thousand miles a
woman ike inat - 70
travel down before she got TO the
ballot box2 Compared with this
work Of training kings and queens for God
and eternity, how insignificant seems all
this work of voting for aldermen and COM
NOR councilmen and sheriffs n constablea
and mayors and presidents! To make one
such grand woman as I have described how
many thousands would you want of those
people who go in the round of fashion and
dissipation, going as far toward disgraceful
apparel as they dare go, so as not to be
arrested by the polce-their behavior a sor'
row to the good and a caricature of tha
| 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 temporal and eternal damnation.
our dominion is home, o womanl What
4 brave fight FOR home the women of Ohio
made some ten or fifteen years ago, when
they banded together and in many of the
towns and cities of that State, marched In
procession, and by prayer and Christian
songs shut upmore places Of dissipation thar
| v 9re ever counted! We're they opened
| again? Oh, yes. But is 1t not a good thing
to shut up the gates Of hell for two orthree
months2 1t seemed that men engaged in the
business of destroying others did not know
how to cope with this kind of warfare. They
knew how to fight the Maine liquor law, and
they knew how to fight the National Temper
snce Society, and they knew how to fight the
| Sons of Temperance and Good Samar-
ltans, but when Deborah appeared upon
he scene Sisera took to his feet and
Eot to the mountains. 1t seems that
they did not know how to contend against
Coronation" and 'Old Hundred" and
"Brattle Street" and "Bethany,' they were
so very intangible. These men found hat
they could not accomplish much against
that kind Of warfare, and in one of the cities
@ regiment was brought out all armed to
dispense the women. They Inc down In
battle array, but, oh, what poor success! for
that regiment was made up of gentlemen,
and gentlemen do not like TO shoot women
with hymnbooks in their hands. Oh, they
found that cunning for female prayer meet
Ing was a very poor business. No red
damage was done, although there was threat
Of violence after threat of violence all ovet
the land. l really think If the women
of the East had as much faith in God as thei7
sisters of the West had and the same reck.
~lessneSs OF human criticism, l really belieN
that In one month three-fourths of the
grogshops of our cities would be closed, and
there would be running through the cutters
Of the streets Burgundy and cognae, and
Heidsiek and old port and Schiedam
I lpHDnnpq and lapRr hear and VnU wOnld
save YOU fathers and your husbands and
your sons first from a drunkard's grave and
secondly from a drunkard's he'll. To this
battle for home let all women rouse them
selves. Thank God for our early home.
Thank God for our present home. Thank
God for the coming home in heaven.
One twilight, after l had been playing with
the children for some time, I lay down on
the lounge to rest. Tn children said play
more. Children always want to play more.
And, half asleep and half awake, l seemedto
dream this dream: 1t seemed to me that I
was in a far distant land-not Persia, ale
though more than Oriental luxuriance
crowned the cities; nor the tropics, although
more than tropical fruitfulness filled the
gardens; nor Italy, although more than
italian softness filed the air. And I wan
fered around looking for thorns and n~ettles,
but / found none of them grew there. And
l walke forth, and l saw the sun rise, and
l 4 buiuR hhCh WI SCI dSdils dilA tuc
sun san not. And l saw all the people in
holiday apparel, and l said, "When dc
they put on w~orkingman's garb again
and delye in the mini and swelter at the
forgea" But neither the garments nor the
robes did they put of. And l wandered in
the suburbs, and l said, Where do they
bury the dead of this great city?" And /
looked along by the hills where it would be
most beautiful for the dead to sleep, and I
saw castles and towns and battlements, but
not a mansoleum nor monument nor white
slab could 1 see. And I went into the great
chapel Of the town, and 1 said: "Where do
the poor Worship Where are the benches
on which they sit2" And a voice answered.
ave have no poor in this great city,"
And wandered out, seeking to find the
place where were the novels of the destitute,
and l found mansions of amber and ivory
and gold, but no tear did l see or sigh hear.
| was bewildered, anu l sat under the shadow
OF II great tree and Isaid, What an 1 and
whance comes all this?" And atthat moment
there came from among the leaves, skipping
up the flowery paths and across the spark.
ling waters, a very bright and sparkling
group, and when l saw their step l
knew il, and when l heard their voices I
thought l knew them, but their apparel was
so different from anything l had ever seen {
bowed a stranger to strangers. But after
awhile, when they clapped their hands and
shouted, ''Welcome! welcomed" the mystery
was solved, and l saw that time had passed
and that eternity had come, and that God had
gathered us up into a higher home, and /
said, "Are We are herer" an the voices oil
Inpumerable generations answered, 'All
he'e," and while tears Of g~ladness were rain.
Ing down our cheeks, and the branches OF
Lebanon eedarS were clapping their hands,
and the towers OF the great city were ehim-
Ing their welcome, we began TO laugh and
sing and leap and shout, "Homel home
iomei"
Then ! felt a child's hand on my face, and
It woke me. The children wanted to play
more. Children always want to play more
Mistook His Sons Hat for a Mark.
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