The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-07-05
SISTERS OF CHARITY
Row. DR.. Talmage Talks Upon the
Work Of Woman
And the Missions for which She Has Been
Especially Equipped by God-Hsr
Influence In tho Cause Of
Christ ON Earth.

Beatrice, Neb., where the Sabbat
found him during his western tril
The subject vas Sisters of Charity,
and the text:
This woman was full of good works an
almsdeeds which she did,-Acts TX, 30.
Starting now where l left off las
Sabbath in reciting woman's oppor
tunities, have to say that woman ha
the special and superlative right o
blessing and comforting the sick
What land, what street. what house
has not felt the smitings of disease
Tens of thousands of sick beds! Wha
shall we do with them? Shall man
with his rough hand and heavy foot
and impatient bearing, minister? No
He can not soothe the pain. He car
not quiet the nerves. He knows no,
where to set the light His hand is
not steady enough to pour out the
drops. He is not wakeful enough tc
be watcher. The Lord God sent Miss
Dix into the Virginia hospitals, and
the Maid of Saragosa to appease the
wounds of the battle field, has equipped
wife, mother and daughter for this
delicate but tremendous mission. You
have known men who have despised
woman, but the moment disease fell
upon them they did not send for their
friends at the bank, or their partner
In business or worldly associates; their
FIRST cry was: "Take me to my wife"
The dissipated young man at the col
lege SCOTS at the idea of being under
home influences; but at the first blast
of the typhoid fever on his cheek, he
says: Where is mother?" Sir Walter
Scott wrote partly in compliment when
NE said:
o woman, In our hour OF ease
Uncertain, coy and hard to please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
A ministering angel thou.
think the most pathetic passage in
all the Bible is the description of the
lad who went out to the harvest-field
of Shunem and got sunstruck-throw-
ing his hands on his temples and cry
ing OUT 20, my head! my headp' 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 ill away from |
home in strange hotel, once in
awhile men coming to look at you,
their hand over their mouth
for fear that they will catch the con-
tagion. How roughly they turn you
In bedl How loudly they talk!
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 alb
sence at the west. A telegram came
1T midnight that he was on his death
bed. far away from home. BY express
train the wife and daughters went
but they went too late.
He feared not to die. but he was in an
agony to live until his family got
here. He tried to bride the doctor to
make him live little while longer.
He said: Il am willing to die, but
lot alone" But the pulses fiuttered,
The eyes closed, and the heart
topped. The express trains met in
he midnight; wife and daughters GO
ng Observation-Disclosures remains of hus-
'and and father coming eastward Oh,
t was a sad, pitiful, overwhelming {
pectacle! When we are sick we want \
O be sick at home. When the time
ONES for us to die we want to die at S
lone. The room may be very humble, S
nd the faces that look into ours may ]
'e very plain; but who cares for that? {
owing hands to bathe the temples q
owing voices to speak good cheer {
owing lips to read the comforting t
of Jesus.
In our last dreadful war, men cast
he cannon; men fashioned the mus a
etry; men cried to the hosts: For
7ard, march!' men hurled their bat t
alions on the sharp edges of the enc t
", crying: Charged charged" but G
oman scraped the lint; woman adj:
mustered the cordials; woman t
'atched by the dying couch; woman t
rote the last message to the home t
rcle; woman wept at the solitary s
urial attended by herself and four t
en with a spade. We greeted the t
eneral home with brass bands and c
iumphal arches, and wild huzzas; l
ut the story is too good to be written C
1ywhere, save in the chronicles of t
eaven, OF Mrs. Brady. who came t
,wn among the sick in the swamps of v
lie Chickahominy; of Annie Ross, in r
e cooper shop hospital; of Mar c
lret Breckenridge, who came to men p
no had been for weeks with their t,
ounds undressed-some of them s.
oxen to the ground; and when she il
rned them over. those that had an b
m left waved it and filed the air with b
cir "hurrahl"-of Mrs Hodge, who et
me from Chicago with blankets and n
tn pillows, until the men shouted: al
three cheers for the Christian COM y,
ssioni God bless the women at 50
mel" then sitting down to take the is
It message: Tell my wife not to al