Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1895-07-04
WHISPERING ANGELS.
e.v, Talmage Talks About Sisters
~ of Charity.
-. NJ Action Where Woman Reigns
Tic e,,reme-One of Her Special R'ghts
!. That of Blessing and COMFORT
ing the slck-The Heroines
of the Hospital and
Sick Room.

Mipg on his SKINNER western tour
.s "sisters of Charity" The text
,.lscted was Acts tx. So: "This woman
% full of good works and aims deeds
which she did,"
Starting now where I left off last
sabbath in reciting womans opportuni-
ass 7 have to say that woman has
me- special and superlative right of
Messing and comforting the sick. What
Ind what street, what house has not
M the smitings of disease? Tens of
,bousands of sick beds! What shall we
i with them? Shall man, with his
,0uch hand and heavy foot, and impa-
liant bearing, minister? No. He can
MI soothe the pain. He cannot quiet
Ne nerves. He knows not where to
~ the light. His hand is not steady
,pough to pour out the drops. He is
M wakeful enough to be watcher.
The Lord God sent Miss Dix into the
Virginia hospitals, and the Maid OF
saragossa to appease the wounds of
he battlefield, has equipped wife,
mother and daughter for this delicate,
Int tremendous mission. You have
Known men who have despised woman,
hut the moment disease fell upon them
they did not send for their friends at
me bank, or their partner in business,
Or their worldly associates; their first
rywas: "Take me to my wife" The
dispated young man at the college
scots at the idea of being under home
nauences; but at the first blast of the
tvuhOd fever on his cheek, he says:
aWhere is mother?" Walter Scott
wrote partly in satire and partly in
compliment when he said:
ovoman, in our hour of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
Administering angel thou.
Think the most pathetic passage in
al the Bible is the description of the
lad who went out to the harvest field
| Of Shunem and got sunstruck-throw-
ing up his hands on his temples and
crying out: so, my head! my head"
and they said; Garry him to his
mother" And then the record is: "He
sat on her knees till noon and then
died. 1t is an awful thing to be i'll
away from home in strange hotel,
once in while men coming to look at
you. holding their hands over their
mouth for fear that they will catch the
eOntagion, How roughly they turn
you in bed! How loudly they talk!
How you long for the ministries of
hOme know one such who went
away from one of the brightest OF
homes for several weeks business alb
Rnce at the west. A telegram came
|smidnight that he was ON his death
bed 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.
He tried to bride the doctor to make
him live little while longer. He said:
lam willing to die, but not alone"
But the pulse fluttered, the eyes closed
and the heart stopped. The express
trains met in the midnight; wife and
daughters going westward-lifeless re-
mains Of husband and father coming
eastward o. it was sad, pitiful, over
vhelming 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
Nathe the temple. Loving voices to
speak good cheer. Loving lips 70 read
'he comforting promises of Jesus.
In our last dreadful war. men cast
Ae cannon; men fashioned the musket-
VI men cried to the hosts: Forward,
march," men hurled their batallions on
Me sharp edges of the enemy, crying:
tharge. charged" but woman scraped
ne lint; woman administered the cor
'als woman watched by the dying |
t0uch; woman wrote the last message |
Uthe home circle; woman wept at the
@utary burial attended by herself and
Our men with a spade. We greeted
ne general home with brass bands and
'fumphal arches, and wild huzzas; but
story is too good to be written any
where, save in the chronicles of Heaven,
y Mrs. Brady, who came down among |
we SICK in the swamps Of the Chicka-
aOhlny; of Annie Ross, in the cooper
s,op hospital; of Margaret Breckln-
huge who came to men who had been
" weeks with their wounds undressed
some of them frozen to the ground;
auu When She turned them over, those |
s @at had an arm left, waved it and
!, Sled the air with their "hurrahN'-of |
Ats' Hodge, who came from Chicago |
s'a blankets and with pillows, until
w men shouted: ''Three cheers for the
sAflstlan Commission! God bless the
EVmen at home;" then sitting down to
sAe the last message: "Tell my wife
u 70 1ret about me, but to meet me
heaven; tell her to train up the boys
,uom we have loved so well; tell her
~ snail meet again in the good land;
q her to bear my loss like the Chris
saa wife of Christian soldier;" and
mrs Shelton, into whose face the
w l'alescent soldier looked and said:
N,Our grapes and cologne cured me"
wi. a'n did their work with shot and
,a'n and carbine and howitzer; wo-
Iea did their work with socks. and |